Text and photography: Caley Fretz
The author Louis De Bernières once suggested that there are particular moments — the sipping of coffee on a sun-drenched porch, or a switchback that launches you into the next straightaway as if gravity has suddenly lifted — which, once experienced, condemn one to a lifetime of nostalgia.
We went to Colombia for a vacation, my wife Meg and I and our friends Chris and Kristi. We brought bikes because we always bring bikes, and because there is no better, more vulnerable, or more intimate way to see a place. We rode to Nairo Quintana’s house (sort of) and struggled up one of this planet’s longest paved climbs. We explored a country that was largely shuttered by war less than two decades ago, and realized that just as the world begins to discover Colombia, Colombia is rediscovering itself.