Gravel Ride to Cottonwood Falls

I managed to recover most of the old Adventure Monkey stories, but this one… this one slipped through. For some reason, the text is gone. All that’s left is the feeling of it. And honestly, that might be enough.

This was one of those rides that I haven’t thought about since. It was fairly uneventful. But when I looked through the images, it brought back feelings I experienced back in 2009, As a photographer, I’ve always backed up everything, twice. So while the words are gone, the moments are still there.

Looking at the images from the past, I realized each ride was an experience.
The quiet, the space, the pull, the sound of gravel as I pedaled.
That’s the thing about those days. Every ride was more than a ride. It was an something more. Something I needed, even if I didn’t fully understand it at the time.
The gravel called to me, and I answered the call.

This ride took me to Cottonwood Falls, a small Kansas town in the Flint Hills with the appearance of a movie set. The downtown is a brick road with shops leading to a historical courthouse.

Let’s take a look at the pictures.