is it ok to brag about my friend Eszter here? →[More:]
the mister and I just got back from ten days of camping in the bush of the Four Corners region. At the end of the trip, we made a 2-day stop to help support our good friend Eszter at the 24 hours of Moab.
Here is her story, written in her words because she tells it so much better than I could.
she is fucking amazing. That course is STUPID hard, 15 miles long, and she rode 13 laps of it.
Something she didn't mention there is that this was her first ever 24 hour event, ever, and she rode it solo.
and in a small triumph of mojo over technology, this proves that 9 random hipsters (ok hippies, too) can trump all those big WE R SERIUS PRO squads with their fancy 40' climate-controlled RVs and sound systems and spare bikes and chefs and soigneurs and charging stations and whatnot.
Fuck that noise anyway, we built a BERM! And made toasted marshmallow-Nutella smores, and boomed the bumping tracks on the iPod boombox, whilst we staged an impromptu allnight rave complete with glow sticks and fire spinners and tinsel and faerie-lit umbrellas and the Fabulous Rotating Orange Sparkly Pants -- whose task it was to be worn by a different team member every lap when we did the Safety Dance.
enjoy -- lfr