Well I am back in Asheville as of Saturday. Went back to Nashville to close on my house and kick it with the boys and girls of the Yazoo Crew. All went well, the week rocked and my liver needs a break. By selling the house the chains have been cut and I am only waiting for my release (aka divorce) papers and I am a completely free man.
Came back to a party in Asheville on Saturday. Good people, good beer, lots of music and buck dancing in the kitchen. Kinda makes me miss Those Darlins, although after hanging with the ladies Thursday night I think they are bad for my health. But as with most things in life, the bad stuff is what makes life more fun so what the hell, more whiskey please.
Sunday I needed to ride and sweat out some poison so a call from Bruce later we were off to Bent Creek. I had an easy ride in mind since I have not been on a bike for a week and my training has involved lifting pint glasses. Bruce however, had different plans so we took off on a ride that would both lift my spirits and crush my legs. The trails at Bent Creek were muddy so we rode fireroads up to the Blue Ridge Parkway crossing ice and snow sections along the way. For anyone who has never ridden in iced over snow pack let me tell you that mud and sand are both preferable to crunchy 5-6 inch snow. So we biked and hiked up a few miles before beginning a fast decent down snow covered trails with rocks poking through the top of the snow pack. Three hours into the ride we found ourselves miles and miles away from anyone and hanging somewhere in Pisgah Forest. We started back towards the cars riding dry and snow covered singletrack for another two hours. Drinks and great food at Papas and Beer and the day was a success. Probably covered close to 35-40 miles and no telling what kind of elevation but I know it was a lot. I have the Icecycle on Saturday so bring on the worst conditions possible, it can't hurt any worse than the ride I did yesterday.
As if yesterday's ride was not bassass enough for one day. Ty and I decided to hit some breakfast before the ride. We hit a spot or two both were closed on Sunday. We hit the C-Barrel and post-pancacks I ran into the owner of EcoBuilders and EcoHouse Realty, Jack Bebber, who by a crazy turn of events was introduced to me by my roommate Ty. Ty use to pick music with Jack and unaware that Jack was doing the Real Estate thing. As they were catching up Jack mentions he is doing real estate, Ty says that's funny my roommate just moved from Nashville to do that. Jack then asked, is your roommates name Justin, because I am meeting with him on Tuesday... So I come over and meet Jack face to face we talk about music and green building my two of my favorite things in life. He fills me in on a few things that he is working on and let me tell you Asheville is about to see some amazing green home projects taking place and Jack seems ready to help me get things off to a great start. Also turns out that he and his wife are big Mountain Bikers. So, once again it looks like the Asheville thing is meant to be.
Asheville rocks. See ya.
Jut
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