by Barney Marsh
April 2, 2015
For the loose collective of like-minded friends who yearn for an annual week of singletrack sanctuary in far-flung places, the ritual dance surrounding the next adventure begins the day we return from the current trip. Pops (not his real name) immediately turns his restlessly organised mind to planning the next expedition, safe in the knowledge that his significant other will encourage the event as a means of securing her own skiing odyssey the following year, and that his offspring will see his absence more as an opportunity than a threat.
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