Heather and Gina outside Girdwood on Saturday.
I love being passed by passenger trains while riding to Girdwood on a perfect summer day. The windows are filled with tourists who spent big money to come to Alaska and look around. Some have waited their whole lives for this.
And they’re diggin’ the same killer scenery my friends and I ride by all summer long. Every year.
I like how they unintentionally remind me that in a week or two, they’ll all be back in Barstow, Topeka, Tokyo or whatever. But we’ll still be here.