In early August, I participated in Rooted Vermont, a 48 mile gravel bike race in northern Vermont. It was a meaningful weekend for me on several levels. First, as you may recall from a post last year, during my last organized gravel event, I bonked after 60 miles, and had to call it quits. Needless to say, I went into this race, at 48 miles and 4,000 feet of climbing, with some trepidation. But just as important, this race took place in a part of Vermont very near to where my mom retired. My mom passed away 20 years ago last month (she never knew 9/11), and we hadn’t been…
Rooted Vermont
