The last, the best

Some memories fade. Others do not. A tribute to the 4K, an alumni weekend of sorts materialized just this past week in Boulder. Every year except '05 was in attendance, though '07 surely rocked the house. Ward's still a bitch--no matter how many times I take it on. This weekend surely brought me back. Back to chapels full of upturned bicycles, the air thick with rubber and oil. Back to nights where even a bed of nails invited deep sleep. Back to hellacious but proud tan lines. Back to week-old breakfast bars from Nebraska. Back to 5,000 calorie days. Back to the smell of sunblock, to silence. Back to a common goal, to friendship, to the last summer of my life.