Yes, the production quality sucks. Yes, it was so windy you can barely hear me but that was even more reason to make this film. If I can do it you can do it. The triple neck-punch of winter, wind, elevation. And yet there my skinny ass was, pushing pedals and gasping like a fish out of water.

“I know why you live here,” someone said to me yesterday after passing through. “Ya, this is why.” Crisp. Clear. Sandias to the south, Sangres to the north. Layers of brown on red on white on green. Smoke in the air providing an urgent push on the way home. Pozole on the stove. Find a rhythm and enjoy the moment.