There’s a certain point on the trail — somewhere above 2500 meters —
where the trees disappear, the air gets sharper, and everything slows down.
Not just your legs — but your thoughts.
It doesn’t happen with a big view or a dramatic drop.
It happens in the silence.
Up here, the mountains don’t shout.
They just hold space.
Riding at this altitude is different.
There are no berms. No bike park lines.
Just loose rock, wind-cut ridgelines, and old alpine trails shaped by centuries of footsteps.
You don’t ride fast because you can.
You ride slowly because you want to.
Every corner deserves your attention.
Every descent rewards your patience.
There’s no background music here.
No crowd noise. No phones buzzing.
Just your breath.
The wind.
The crunch of tires on rock.
And that silence?
It’s not empty.
It’s full of something you didn’t know you were missing.
Not to prove anything.
Not to be seen.
But to reconnect with something real.
These are the kinds of trails that don’t just test your legs — they clear your head.
The kind of mountains that make you feel smaller, but more present.
We ride here to remember what it means to take time.
To earn each turn.
To be exactly where we are.
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