Staring up from a soft damp forest floor, I'm oblivious of time in the Coastal Ranges of Oregon. A 31-year old with a habit of getting lost in the woods, I find solitude here under the shade of redwood trees. I am traveling through this part of the world with others who share my fascination with the outdoors and moments like these bring us closer. Beyond the protected forests we balance the bikes and cut through fields of logged stumps and bare ground where wildflowers join us under a hot summer sun.
Their purple and yellow petals blow in the same tail wind we pedal to keep up with. Colorful wild berries of all varieties nurture our eyes and provide the wet tasty nourishment our bodies desire. When the time is right, the pop of an opening wine bottle stretches our already generous smiles from ear to ear.