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    The Eki Chronicles A "blue collar" cyclist's adventures from the saddle of a bike.
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    The Eki Chronicles A "blue collar" cyclist's adventures from the saddle of a bike.
  • The Eki Chronicles
    The Eki Chronicles A "blue collar" cyclist's adventures from the saddle of a bike.
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    The Eki Chronicles A "blue collar" cyclist's adventures from the saddle of a bike.

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b2ap3_thumbnail_PC280432.JPGb2ap3_thumbnail_PC280449.JPGSo, is it possible to go on a vacation without a bike? I thought I'd try to answer that question when I purposefully left my Mukluk at home as I left with my wife for a week long vacation in Northeast Wisconsin. As we approached her home town, which happens to be a snow mobile mecca I wondered how I would do this with so many miles of hard packed snomo trails available. I told myself that time away from the bike would be good for me.

I must admit it felt weird to not have a tool available to me while being located in the remote small town of Pembine, Wisconsin. Somehow I'd be able to make it. Truth be told, I got used to sitting around and watching movies, oddly it felt good.

Soon enough we were loading the car one more time as we headed to our second destination of Appleton, just south of Green Bay. Here we'd enjoy the company of Amy's sister's family as well as some winter hot tub time and of course Packer Football! Unseasonably warm temps had us grilling out, washing cars, and dreaming of spring time. The dreams of warmer temps were soon dasheb2ap3_thumbnail_PC280471.JPGd by a vicious cold snap that left me lounging on the couch under a blanket for half a day. As I dozed off I thought of my bikes parked in my garage untouched. How long could I let them sit? How long could I go without significant exercise? The answer came quickly and clearly. Although, the "do nothing" life style is appealing it's no long term choice for me.

My rationale throughout the vacation has been this, "It's good to let yourself slip out of shape every once in a while, yob2ap3_thumbnail_PC290473.JPGu'll only come back stronger." Hope I'm right!

Happy New Year!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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b2ap3_thumbnail_PC160612.JPGThe date is set. The planning has commenced. The excitement builds. Adventure Awaits.

This writer and his trusty training partner, Charlie Farrow will soon depart Duluth on an adventure that is sure to bend the mind, body, and soul. More than one evening will be spent on the frozen ground. Outside support will be scoffed at. We are destined to reach our goal with what we carry on our bikes, our backs, and in our bellies. Our only luxury item will be a small flask, contents of which are yet to be determined. A sip from the flask will only be allowed if we can look each other in the eye and say, "job well done". 

I wish I could give you more, but the contents of this expedition are just too valuable to share right now. I promise there will be more to come, but for now we will continue to plan.

Stay tuned ...

Eki

 

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Sometimes a day off doesn't have to be spent on the bike. Sometimes doing the stuff you did when you were growing up is still just as cool now as it was then. Most importantly, it's who you do those things with that matters the most.

When I was a kid I spent at least one day each weekend with my Dad in the woods, whether it be hunting, fishing, or just sitting around kicking a fire. It didn't matter what we did as long as we were out there.

This Sunday we decided to go back to the way it used to be. As of late my Dad has become a bit of a gun buff so this day we'd shoot the guns, not at living things, but at targets.

The shooting was fun and at times a bit nerve racking, especially the .45, but the most fun was being back out there with him. It didn't take long before I was 12 years old again and I liked it.

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b2ap3_thumbnail_PA020298.JPGIt's been a while, too long in fact, since I've met in a parking lot with a bunch of other people on bikes getting ready to head out on what is simply known as a "group ride". I still remember my first one when I mustered all of my courage and showed up in front of the Ski Hut (Duluth's premier bike shop) on my new mountain bike, hoping I wouldn't cause another rider to crash, embarrass myself, or get dropped off the back by what I thought were sure to be much more talented cyclists than myself. I think back to those days a lot, how I longed to be as good as some of those riders.

A busy race and training schedule has caused me to drift away from the weekly group rides, but recently I decided it was time to get back to what helped me fall in love with cycling. The weekly email came to me like it always does announcing the time and place for the ride. I made sure my schedule was clear so I could be there.

I showed up on time and ready to ride. The weather was threatening to ruin our little adventure, but I knew this crew would be made up of hardy northerners, a little rain wouldn't stop us. Riders began to roll in to the parking lot and as they did I began to think about the talent Duluth possesses in the way of cycling. Todd McFadden (winner of last year's Arrowhead 135 and countless other races), Nikolai Anikin (top tier cross country skier with Olympic blood in his veins - literally, his father earned 3 gold medals for xc skiing), Matt Ryan (HUGE power and a top 50 Chequamegon 50 finisher), Tim Andrew (always at the front of local races and super fast on a road bike), the list goes on. As the group continued to arrive I noted the treasure trove of talented cyclists that live in Duluth, Minnesota.

Ten pedal strokes into the ride I felt the first drop of rain hit my right cheek. A glance over my right shoulder to the west told me that Mother Nature wasn't kidding around and that maybe the Weather Channel was not as "all knowing" as I thought. The casual conversation and light hearted ribbing was a welcomed change from countless hours spent spinning alone through training rides. It felt like the old days again.

The guys teased each other about who was faster at the last race as well as who took the least amount of pulls during Duluth's recent running of the Heck of the North. To be sure, the pace was not for the beginner and there seemed to be little in the way of stops to wait for those that may have fallen behind. These riders all knew who the company they were keeping and the intensity of the effort reflected it. I sat in comfortably around the middle of the group and observed the strengths of the riders around me, the "roadies" powering through the open sections, while the "mountain bikers" let their skills shine on Duluth's challenging single track. I was having a lot of fun with these guys and I was on my bike ... that's always a good thing!b2ap3_thumbnail_PA020299.JPG

An hour in and the rain had established itself as not just a passing event. We were being pummeled by a steady down pour. Avoiding the puddles was a thing of the past as we made our way back to the parking lot. The group decided to retreat for the safety of our cars as darkness crept in, as did the cold wet chill aided by the dropping temperatures. As expected in most group rides a time to flex some muscle was upon us. Todd McFadden, the strongest in the group and most likely the strongest in the city went first. Up a double track section of what is known as the Amity Creek Trail, he hit the gas. I went after him with no illusions of staying with him, but rather hanging on for as long as I could. Truth be told, Todd can shed me from his wheel any time he wants, but this night I was proud of the fact that I was only gradually losing his wheel while conscious of the fact that he was probably only running on about 80% effort. Just then, I heard the familiar noise of tires on loose rock coming from behind and in a blur Matt Ryan absolutely flew by me! "Wow! Now that's some POWER", I thought. I marveled at his speed and reflected on the fact that I was riding with the best in the area - these guys are GOOD!

The remainder of the ride back to the car was uneventful apart from the chill that seeped deeper into our bones. Todd and I navigated the small stretch of trail that separated us from the parking lot in the dark. We joked about how the weather really wasn't that bad, "nothing a hot shower can't cure", I said. "Yeah, just think what it will be like in 3 months", was his reply. We parted ways, thanking each other for the ride and feeling just as happy as we would have had it been 73 degrees and sunny.

There's a beauty in the Group Ride that should never be forgotten. Get yours soon, you'll thank yourself for it.

 

Thanks guys, see you next time.  -Eki

 

 

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Enjoy...

Eki

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My wife Amy first mentioned the Ragnar while we were discussing my tentative summer race schedule. We considered the conflicts that would arise as she pursued her interests in marathon running and I in bike racing. A glaring problem popped up as I mentioned the date of the North Dakota's Mah Dey Hey 100 mile mountain bike race. The race I'd thought about for a year was on the same date as something called "The Great River Ragnar". Amy expressed strong interest in participating in the race and went on to explain the concept to me. Confused, I listened and tried to come to terms with the "team concept" of the run. In all honesty it all seemed a little far fetched to me. I mean running 200 miles with two vans of 6 runners in each. How would the logistics of such a run be effectively managed. As she went on I must admit that my "full listening power" began to wane. However, the conversation presented itself again a few weeks later and Amy was becoming more determined to do this thing. We thought about how we could do both. I could take the car to North Dakota, she could rent a car or maybe jump in the back of someone else's. As time passed I began to think about how often she stands in the pit area of my races or drives with me to the far reaches of Kansas, the list goes on. North Dakota could wait. An opportunity was in front of her and who knew maybe in front of me as well. 

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I've been on sort of a mission lately. In search of a change to keep things "fresh" on the bike I've decided to dive head long into my Horsethief. Determined to learn how to use the bike for what it was designed to do - FLY!

Now, I'm a XC rider, always have been. In other words, I'm most comfortable when both my tires are firmly planted on the ground. When I do manage to get airborne I tend to stop breathing, stop seeing, and there's a whole lot of pucker sounds happening. I need to get over it.

Yesterday I lubed up the chain, took the Horsey off the hook in the garage and pointed it toward my local trail system in Duluth, known as the Piedmont Trails. Piedmont has a whole section devoted to big drops and air. I've always avoided it, pretending to be too cool for it as us cross country guys need to get our laps in, there's no time for goofing off. So, I skipped the work out for some "goofing off". Thing is, for me it wasn't playing around. I was dead serious and quietly worried that I would end up in the E.R. right in the middle of race season. Oh well, one can't worry about getting hurt, because what would ever get accomplished? I spied the first jump, a boulder in the shape of a ramp jutting out of the middle of the trail. "That's where I'll start", I thought. I rode past the rock looking at it closely as I passed. Once I was positioned at my starting point, the rock looming in the distance, almost laughing at me, I said out loud to myself, "You taught yourself to snow board, you can teach yourself this too." "Don't hesitate!", was the last thing through my head as I pushed off down the trail, gaining speed, and aiming for the ROCK. I hit it, thrust my body up as I felt the front tire leave the ground. Every thing went quiet and slipped into slow motion, I was in the air and things were going fine. The Horsethief touched down with both tires landing at the same time. The suspension soaked up the landing and I felt as if I had landed on a mattress. Grinning ear to ear I squeezed the brakes, turned around and rode back up to my starting point. 7 times I hit that rock, hucking myself higher and farther every time. It felt right.

I moved through the "black diamond" route, practicing certain sections over and over while simply skipping some sections as I needed to be honest about my limitations. I rode through a pure down hill course set up by some people who have a vision for what can be ridden on a bike that I do not share. Honestly, I'm not sure how any one could ride down the line they had cut out of the hillside above Skyline Drive. Truly SICK! I could barely walk my bike down it.

Day 2: 

I rode out to Spirit Mountain in an effort to practice that wildly popular Candy Land trail. This is the beginner down hill trail at Spirit, but it seemed like the perfect place for me to start. I could see the jumps and the lay out of the course, but just couldn't get the "flow", which is what is supposed to be all about. I "cased" landing after landing, slamming the suspension to it's bottom out point over and over. I was getting frustrated and called myself a "chicken" more than once.

Unable to afford the lift ticket I chose to ride up the mountain after each trip down. This is no small feat as Spirit is STEEP! Also, I figured I had not yet earned the right to use the chair lift, I was too much of a rookie. My final run down I took a little more risk and hit one of the jumps harder and faster than I had earlier. I felt myself lift off and begin to float. Just before I thought I was about to black out I touched down on the down slope of the second jump and the transition from air to ground was seamless. It felt sooooo good. I got a huge rush of adrenaline and instantly realized that this is what it was all about.

I'm not done hucking. All be chasing that feeling I got when I hit and landed that double - was it a double? I don't know, but it sounds cool. So, for now that's what I'm going to tell my friends.

"Yeah, when I hit that double it felt so good."

Eki

 

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b2ap3_thumbnail_8FVDbVyDfrcWwaJjr30KdRejlfkUuzjqH5kEhe1ayWs.jpgUnless you've been hiding under a rock you know by now that Salsa Cycles has just launched their 2014 Spearfish and Horsethief full suspension bikes in none other than MY HOME TOWN! I was super pumped to find out that Duluth would be the "launch site" as I knew the media assigned to cover these new additions to Salsa's line up would love our trails and our city, I just hoped the weather would hold up. Duluth is notorious for unpredictable weather, thus we "townies" really cherish the good days.

Day 2 of the 3 day affair took place in my home trails, known as the "Piedmont Trails". This trail system is a mere 3 minute ride (uphill) from my driveway. I tore out of work as fast as I could on a clear blue bird day in order to join the Salsa crew as well as the gaggle of media from the "who's who" of cycling magazines and dot coms. It seemed like seconds before a Salsa mechanic had me fitted for a super sweet 2014 Spearfish that begged me to ride it hard. I called out to my good friend, Ryan Horkey, an employee of Quality Bike Parts to turn a "hot lap" with me. Immediately, he suited up and grabbed an available Spearfish. Together, we headed out for my regular training lap. Salsa had routed a "mini lap" for media to test the rigs. I wanted Ryan to see and feel the lap that I've turned hundreds of times. Now, Ryan's a better mountain biker than I am so the only advantage I had was that I knew every rock, root, and turn. Also, I should mention that Ryan just ate lunch, so if I could keep him in the red zone for at least a little while I knew I'd be pushing him. Three quarters of the way through the lap, the bike feeling good under me, Ryan called for a short stop as his meal was finding it's way North out of his system. Our break had us speaking freely about the new Spearfish and it's special rear Split Pivot design. I admitted to him that I often don't notice the subtleties that are found in bikes from year to year, but this time I REALLY COULD feel it. The stability of the bike on fast descents, the stiff rear end during sustained climbs as well as hard acceleration was obvious. I was smitten and I really felt like I could go FAST on this bike.b2ap3_thumbnail_81D2HEXOdnDgzFvHrD6Jjxwb-UVBEB2T8xlRpbiqiEc.jpg

 

Cruising into the parking lot I was all smiles. I was greeted by Mike Reimer and I began to spew my ride report to him. He smiled as I behaved like a 5 year old on Christmas morning. Eventually, he got me to slow down enough to explain to me the mechanics of all that I felt while on the bike. My emotion represented the vibe that buzzed throughout the parking lot as bikes left for additional laps and others returned. I'd love to bottle that feeling and sell it!

Day 3 was about bikes and Duluth's trail systems. This day would allow the media to test the rigs throughout the many facets of what the city has to offer mountain bikers. It was my hope to join this ride midway through the day. However, I arrived 10 minutes too late, the crew had departed. It was up to me to catch them. Previous trail route "recon" prepared me and I was confident I'd find them. Spinning out on the prescribed route with a couple corners being cut I was certain that I'd see the back end of the group rounding the next bend, but they never appeared. Threatening rain clouds loomed ominous to the west, I was glad I had doubled back earlier for my rain coat before getting too far from home.b2ap3_thumbnail_PcL9qAVZG0ZsAzVv_oNEjOSDkkrOzSOVoWsbzNqYUj0.jpg

I continued through the route, becoming increasingly perplexed as to why I wasn't seeing bike tracks in the wet dirt. "You must be out ahead of them", I thought. It wasn't long before I was convinced I was in front of the group, so I figured I'd double back and catch them as they dropped down toward Lake Superior. Just then, I bumped into Katie, who informed me that the group was indeed behind me and offered a time estimate as to how far behind. "Sweet I found them!", I thought. I jumped on a paved road in order to cut some time, but this decision caused me to miss them once more. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.

The skies had let loose with a fury that reminded me of the rains of one year ago, the rains that caused the flood! Determined to find the group I pushed on. The trail went from tacky to greasy, make that icy. The super hard pack of the Lester trail system was not allowing me to sink into the mud, but rather skate around on top of it. Things were approaching miserable. At times I'd stop and listen, thinking maybe I'd hear voices and be able to cut through on a different trail in order to hook up, but it was not to be.

Eventually, I was literally sb2ap3_thumbnail_wCOcpxo8RLe9zazcY5ihetxd8wQTKR4eaZIHw0sK5jA.jpgpit out the bottom of the trail system near the big Lake when I spotted the big white vans and moving truck that hauled the bikes. "Well, there they are, all finished up", I thought. Pulling in I spotted my buddies, Sean Mailen and Ryan Horkey. They were all smiles as I joked about how I finally found them. It wasn't long before we were joined by Pete Koski, (the guy responsible for the desing of these rigs) who promptly handed me a cold one. Graciously, I accept the beverage as it was exactly what a guy like me needed at that time. I was soaked to the bone, filthy, slightly chilled and looking at an hour road ride home in a torrential down pour, why not have a beer first.b2ap3_thumbnail_QCXNyWDkqetOaVFzfZKU6wM-9xi7zwLXzU41neqeplU.jpg

We said our good byes as the boys headed off to their hotel and I clipped in, riding off into the rain, but not without a short stop under a pavilion to enjoy that beer.

Thanks guys for the rides. See you next time...

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b2ap3_thumbnail_PC160612.JPGThis weekend the grand daddy of them all (in the winter anyway) is taking place. The Iditarod Trail Invitational will test riders from all over the world as they ride (or push) their bikes 350 miles from Anchorage to McGrath. Some will choose to tour almost all of Alaska as they travel from Anchorage to Nome, 1,100 miles!

My good friends Charlie Farrow and Jason Buffington are in Alaska now and making final preps for their 350 mile journey. Me, I'll be relaxing and sending them positive thoughts. I also want to mention that Lindsay Gauld will be part of this race and I'll be cheering for him as well. Lindsay was instrumental in getting me to the finish line of this year's Arrowhead 135. I'll be mentally helping him get to his finish line in Alaska.

GOOD LUCK BOYS! Be smart, be safe, and bring us back the stories that you'll never be able to really tell. I know you know what I mean.

Eki

 

 

 

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b2ap3_thumbnail_P1190691.JPGWell, the race has come. The training is done. I guess I'm as ready as I'm going to be. Of course, there are doubts like did I work hard enough? Could I have done more? I feel bad for missing a few workouts, but sometimes life gets real and riding a bike seems like it can certainly wait.

 I head to the Arrowhead with a lot of unknowns and some things I know for sure. I know I can ride a bike for 20 hours straight. I know I can get into a head space that allows me to become one with what I'm doing at that time. The things I don't know are directly related to the trail conditions. So much depends on what the trail will do. Will it be too soft? Will the warmer temps mush up the snow, causing my 60lbs rig to simply sink? Who knows? I guess the bottom line is everyone will be in the same situation.

 I plan to practice what I preach. I'll keep my head up, look around, stay in the moment, stay within myself physically and mentally. I look forward to riding at night, seeing the stars and feeling the trappings of everyday life slip away. The plan I take to this race is so much different than the others, but somehow I feel like it will give me the best experience I can have.

 I'll see you on the other side. Think good thoughts for us out there. And, when you're slipping into your bed, remind yourself that we're still "Doin' It". That's pretty cool.

 If you want to see if my "dot" is still moving. You can check in on me at Track Leaders.

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If so, I'm cool with that.

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b2ap3_thumbnail_PC250642.JPGWeeks and weeks of hard training has left me (and Betsy) sort of tired. I want to tell you that I went out for an amazing Christmas day ride, but I can't, because I didn't. Instead, I relaxed with my wife, my family, and some pretty amazing four legged fur friends.

Some highlights of our day included:

1. A dog fight between Scout, my parent's Springer Spaniel and Marley, my sister and brother in law's Cocker Spaniel. The whole fight was started by Marley as she became overwhelmed with all the activity. Scout took the bite to the ribs like a champ, but was clearly upset by the brawl.

2. My Dad misplaced the presents for my brother in law, Bill. Bill didn't seem to care and shook it off, stating that he was happy with the Duluth calendar that he had already opened. However, when my Dad came up from the basement with a bag of goodies, Bill's spirits soared. He even pumped his fists in the air. Alas, none of the gifts in the bag were for him. He was fully on an emotional roller coaster. Needless to say, my Dad finally came down from upstairs with another bag of gifts. The day was saved, Bill had more presents. Whoosh...

3. Back to point number 1. Remember how Scout was upset about the dog fight? Well, he managed his anxiety by promptly eating a toy mouse that was a gift for our cat Betsy. The whole Christmas event stopped while we all tried to get the mouse out of Scout's mouth. All you could see was a small yarn tail sticking out of a hunting dog's mouth. After about 20 minutes the mouse was retrieved, just a little slobbery.

 

Christmas with the Ek's - Classic!

 

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A great video from a friend of mine fat biking in Northern Wisconsin, just outside of Duluth, Mn.

This video shot by Quinn, the designer of this website, on board his brand new Mukluk.

 Fat biking in a winter wonderland, Wisconsin style!

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b2ap3_thumbnail_PC080590.JPGThis morning I suited up for a ride and jumped on my single speed commuter. I reviewed my training plans in my mind, but I knew there'd be more going on for me than another training ride. 

I thought hard about whether to tell this story, but it speaks directly to the fact that 'real life' trumps any 'game' we play. And, truth be told, in the grand scope of things, cycling is just a game. When 'real life' shows up to remind you that you are just as vulnerable to sadness as you are to all the joys that your passions can bring. 

Recently, my wife Amy and I were delivered a piece of news that hit us both so hard we were rendered speechless. As many of you may know our family is comprised of the two of us and our two beautiful cats, or as our neighbors used to call them, our "fur kids". Some wonder how one can become so attached to an animal, but those who are lucky enough to share their lives with them know that the relationship becomes so much more than a human owning a pet. In our home our kitties, Betsy and Gray share their lives with us and we are better for it. A while back a casual visit to our vet for what we were sure would require a slight adjustment to our management of Gray's diabetes turned out to be much more. We were told that Gray has mouth cancer. It was as if we were kicked in the stomach. 

Lab reports have come back and our worst fears were true. He is plagued with an aggressive from of cancer that leaves us with very little time left with him. Many tears have been shed, but we owe it to him to make his final days the best he's ever had. Amy makes him Salmon every night and he gets to eat whenever he wants. Sometimes that means we have to sit with him while he eats, coaxing him to try a little more. We've had some good talks with him, thanking him for our time together and he looks back at us as if he knows what we're saying and it's as if he says it back to us with his eyes. 

My ride today was about more than hitting my heart rate zones and covering my loop in the time I had hoped. Today I did a lot of thinking, a lot of remembering, some smiling, and some crying. 

Thank you Gray for being the coolest cat I've ever known. I'm so glad I got to spend 10 years with you. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was so much more than I could have ever asked for.

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I love ya buddy.

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Miker films 

I’ll admit it, when I get a cycling magazine the first thing I do is look at the pictures. I’ve always assumed that the photographer really got a “lucky shot” when I see the dirt flying and the perfect look on the rider’s face. Thing is, that’s not the way it really goes. Turns out those shots aren’t “lucky” after all.
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Welcome to the new and improved Eki Chronicles. I promise that it will be the same stories of triumph, defeat, and adventure all from the back of my Salsa. 

If you have me "linked" on your blog I would greatly appreciate you taking a minute to adust your link to reflect my new address, www.ekichronicles.com Also, please spread the word as I'd like to involve as many as I can into my world on two wheels (as well as off the bike). 

Finally, please use the "contact" button if you want to get in touch to talk bikes, races, or what it exactly was that I was thinking when I ... 

I'll be adding photos and stories (old and new) as often as I can in order to breathe some life into this little guy. I hope you enjoy the new look and the new site!

Hope to see you on the trail soon,

Eki

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