What do I think?

A lot of people have been asking me what I think about turning 50.  I don’t have a good answer.  It is a milestone and arguably I have outlived our Cro-Magnon ancestors, who likely only made it to 20 on average, and I’ve even outlived a fair number of my not too distant relatives.  I don’t know if this is an accomplishment or just a function of the era we live in.  They say that 50 is the new 40, 60 the new 50, 70 the new 60 (and 80? 80 is 80 – you’re screwed).  I have benefited from being born in and living in the United States with access to modern medicine, proper attention to hygiene, access to clean water and plenty of food.  This makes me one of the lucky ones.

So what do I think?  I think I didn’t work terribly hard to reach 50 but I sure as hell am going to work hard to reach 80.

Beignets and Beads

I will call my latest work trip “The Last Hurrah” before I buckle down and seriously start training for the Mt. Mitchell ride in May.  I spent no time on the stationary bike in the hotel. I ate beignets and steak and shrimp and….  The only thing I can say is that I did a fair amount of walking in the evening to slightly offset the junk I put into my body. New Orleans was interesting to say the least.  I would love to have been carrying a real camera instead of a phone to capture the beauty and depravity but the phone is what I had.   That being said, I don’t believe I will be back unless work takes me there again for some reason.


So I guess U-locks work?



The Assault

I will soon be 50 years old. That is unremarkable in many ways but I think it is an important milestone. This is the point where I begin to really take stock of all that I do. I have limited time left on this planet and I want that time to mean something to me and my family. The name of this blog is “Assaulting A Mountain” for a reason. It is a metaphor in that I will be assaulting the “mountain” of my older years but it is also a very real goal that I have set to kick off my 50th year on this planet. In May I will be climbing Mount Mitchell in North Carolina on my bicycle.

The Assault on Mount Mitchell