Breck Epic (in terms of being relatively fit, only slightly heavier than I want to be, and totally unacclimated to altitude).
Selling things I don't need, picking up bits and pieces of the things I do, trying to get my next bad idea off the ground.
I don't even have the energy to make fun of fat bikes, plus bikes, Boost... I'll still make fun of cross though, because I heard it's coming.
Just replace "terminator" with "cross." It's just like that.
I expect to come back from Breck Epic with tons of stories, and then I head into a week of La Vida Bachelor immediately after that... doubtful I'll have anything left in the tank to make the most of the five free evenings, but I heard there might be a Matlock Marathon on MeTV that week.
Ride, sleep, eat, drink. All I want to do.
You know, like a bike packer.
Speaking of which, if you're one of those folks who can't fathom the idea of going bike packing and leaving your feline companion behind, look no further.