I’ve never been the kind of cat to stray too far from home. I leave the Loops often, but I never end up further away than a reasonable distance to drive my truck. I’ve also never felt warm with the idea of riding in a proper competition. I’ve never been to Europe. Never thought much about traveling. Haven’t even left the country aside from driving across the Yukon/Alaska border. I guess I’ve just always been content with hanging out at home. But I started feeling a bit of an itch early this year. Like I should break out of my typical routine and reconsider my extensive list of “never have I ever’s.” When a certain invitation popped up in my inbox this spring I made it official. I packed my bags and kissed goodbye the familiar green-gold summer sway, climbed aboard a plane and began my travel to the Chatel Mountain Style in France. Read more