It started in a vast meadow of the Colorado backcountry, mid-summer.
“It’s just a dog,” I said to myself, relieved.
I gripped the leash of my small pup and called out: “Is your dog friendly?”
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I also needed to get back into the mountains.
I had never ridden one, and before that day I fostered a strange bias towards the technology.
An e-bike, for me, was akin to cheating.
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I was pedaling, still working, but it was as if someone was pushing my saddle from behind.
I laughed out loud, thrilled with the assist, and never looked back.
At the end of the ride, we snaked our way through small villages on the outskirts of Cortina.
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I stopped and laid down in the cool grass, running my hands over the wildflower petals.
“I found my happy place,” I told Claudio.
This was just the beginning of my trip withDolomite Mountains.
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