The best part of having a job is riding a bike to and from it. In addition to commuting I've been taking advantage of the "lunch hour" encouraged by the company to get out and ride a few miles.
Just a couple of minutes from the office and I'm on one of the greenbelts that wind through and across Anchorage.
Less than 15 minutes from my desk and I can snag a slice of pizza, a thermos of coffee from the Beartooth and boogie down to sea level to enjoy my lunch with a view of the Alaska Range.
I've been exploring every little spur of urban singletrack spur I can find off the Chester Creek Trail. Most of it leads to homeless camps. Some of it makes for some pretty sweet, creekside cruising.
Not bad for being in the smack dab in the middle of the biggest city in the state.
If I don't grab coffee from the Beartooth there's a little coffee stand a hundred yards or so from work that can fill my cup before I lockup and go back to staring at a computer for the remainder of the afternoon. Most of the time I make it back to work without spilling too much hot coffee on my hand.
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