We’re mountain bikers, and singletrack is our solace. Lines of dirt, decorated with rocks, leaves, grass and the marks of compatriots that came before us. Bends and straights that arc, tantalizingly and satisfyingly, into the distance. One of mankind’s oldest and most natural creations, trails are tools that have always connected us to each other, near and far. In our times, they’ve become not just bridges between places, but links to less tangible locales—to that clear and balanced headspace that is only found on a long climb, or to a flow-state; that mode of clarity combined with exhilaration that you feel once, and are hooked on forever.

In hard times, we’ve always been able to turn to trails. Whether they distract, re-energize, calm or inspire, they’re always our allies: silent, dependable, singletrack. Yet sometimes, the days get dark, and we’re forced to keep our ribboned sanctuaries to a distance. As hard as these times are, it is in these moments that singletrack can be its most sanative; a reminder of solidity, potential, beauty, and connections that cannot be wiped away by injury, illness, or the day-to-day upheaval of our world.

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