Re-Awakening the Explorer

The awesome folks at Peaked Sports in Driggs, Idaho gave me a bike and pointed me in the direction of Big Holes. I rode un-marked singletrack and cowtrack that noodled thru aspen and fields of sage until my lungs began to ache. Altitude? Lingering chest cold? There is always tomorrow.

Driggs reminds me of Moab before it was exploited. Driggs is close to Jackson so it isn't a secret. In fact, development is happening in all directions around Driggs. The thing about it is that it is small, really small (the town, that is). The land around it, available for recreation, seems to be vast and relatively less traveled than other places I've been.

A woman I ran into in town said a 'fixer-upper' goes for over $300,000. So obviously I'm too late to buy into paradise before it is discovered.