Twenty-one years ago today my brother, Eric Jon Harris, died in a paragliding accident. Twenty-one years have passed and this is still a very hard day. When I’m with my old and dear friends we still tell EJ stories and laugh. I think about him everyday. I wonder what he would be doing twenty-one years later. How many kids would he have had? Would he still be living in Mammoth? Would he be here in Hurricane with us enjoying the friendships, mountain biking, endorphins, food and beer? His spirit is definitely with us.
It’s our half way point of the trip. Forest left this morning at 5am to go back to San Diego. Shelli and Osborne are on their way to Hurricane. No doubt they will pass each other somewhere on the 15. After six days of riding, it is time for an off day to rest the body and let some of the abrasions and bruises heal.
Happy Easter everyone!