What pushes us to keep exploring? What keeps the fire of soulful adventure burning? What drives us to go just a little further despite pain, struggle and not knowing what we will see or if it will be “worth it”? And what makes it still seem worth it when the outcome isn’t what we were expecting?
Some people ski. Some snowmobile. And some keep running through the winter. I keep biking. I do ski. I do snowshoe. But bikes just have a hold on me. I find them magical.