You spoke only a handful of words along the twelve-hour ride yet the dialogue was never ending.
Riding lives in the moment between thinking and acting. Zero hesitation. Complete confidence.
And you made it, dusted up from head to toe with a hunger in your stomach for more.
The air feels cool and the food tastes better up here. You scoff thirds and after a handful of Largers you climb into your bed inside a snow covered lodge on the mountain-side overlooking the valley below.
This is Shangri-La.