I grew up in a town near where many of these photos and videos were shot. In fact, I used to run in cross country races in the public park near what we called our first collection “Sycamore.”
I have fond memories and recall about my days as a kid and teenager running in those events close by. The smell of the sycamores. Changing air temperature as the sun came up over the distant Sierras. Migrating herons passing by. You get the gist.
Over the years, I’ve watched this area go from lush green landscapes to sun beaten shades of gold and brown. Water levels rise and fall. And my most favorite, the nesting osprey that would return year after year.
Much like these memories, we hope you create lasting experiences wherever you spend time riding and recreating. And the next time you throw on the trailblazer jersey, think of the nesting Osprey and changing sights and smells of wherever you ride.
