Maybe it is because I am aching for some warm temps, and I find myself daydreaming about a ride in my favorite spot on the planet.
But in this season of looking back and remembering when God has spoken, I was drawn back to something I wrote a few months ago.
I’m often reminded of a devotional I read a long time ago by Oswald Chambers. He talked about the importance of learning to live in the ordinary gray days according to what we saw on the mountain.
That’s a great challenge for me because I love the mountains. For some reason, I think more clearly there. It is a great thing for me to leave business and stress behind and head to Colorado for the solitude, the silence, the fantastic beauty, and a great ride on the trail.
For many years I have biked down the No. 401 trail in Crested Butte, Colorado. It is a wild, remote, crazy beautiful spot between Crested Butte and Aspen. Right above Gothic pass, you have to push your bike up this single-track trail. After an aggressive stretch through a meadow, you emerge through some trees and you can see for miles down the valley to Crested Butte. On the other side, if you climb a little higher, you can see the Maroon Belle Mountain Range.
I’ve had many great moments at the top of that trail. I came to somewhat of a peace with the loss of my parents there. I have found needed clarity, wrestled with anger and dissappointment, and caught ideas and thoughts on my future up there. For whatever reason, I just feel closer to God there.
But I know i have to find a way to live the day to day in the flatlands, with the inspiration that I find there.
One thing I have to do, especially this time of year, is remind myself often about the whispers I heard from God in the mountains. It really helps me on these long, gray, and quiet, flat…winter days.
But come this summer, I am heading back to the 401.