Gloria Liu

Little Voices

Let’s rewind to June 2010 and be brutally honest for a moment here. It was my first two weeks in New Zealand, and I was miserable. I had just quit my cush, well-paying finance job, said goodbye to my supportive family and amazing friends, and bought a one-way ticket to Queenstown, New Zealand. Here I […]



Two weeks ago, Steve and I got back from a bike ride to the news that we would have to move–again. In September, the Boulder flood abruptly forced us out of our two-bedroom apartment in South Boulder. We had 36 hours to pack our things and move. We spent a month at a friend’s in […]


A Magic Carpet Ride

This was the first phrase that popped to mind tonight when I tried to come up with a description of the past month. It didn’t start out all that magical. We were hit by Boulder’s 100-year flood square in the face, our garden-level apartment flooding that Thursday night while I was home alone.


An Acquired Taste

Sometime in early August I was up in Winter Park attempting to pre-ride the course for a XC race. I was turned around somewhere between Winter Park and Fraser, having gotten my printed directions out for about the 7th or 8th time, and I had backtracked along a steep forest service road 2-3x already looking […]


Vitamin M

I’ve spent a bit of time in the mountains the past several days. During the week, I stayed with a friend up in Coal Creek Canyon who had just had surgery. She and her husband are both ex pro cyclists and they live in my dream house perched up at 9,000 ft. The only way […]



I’m starting to believe that there are seasons for everything in life. A season to work hard, a season to play, a season to wander, a season to put down roots and grow. So it makes sense I find myself so invigorated and at home in a place that has actual seasons too. Really looking forward […]


Out of the Maze

I get in these moods sometimes.

One came upon me recently while I was out on a ride, alone with my thoughts. I had had a couple of bad falls in the past week and it seemed like I kept spilling on the same side, making the same mistakes. I was feeling shaky on the dirt, like I had lost something important but didn’t even know what it was.

I was up close to the top of the Nelson Loop at Hall Ranch. The clouds had rolled in and covered up what had been a beautiful sunny afternoon. I heard thunder in the distance and inside me the weather turned too.


Super Walker

When Steve and I first moved from Aspen to Boulder almost two years ago, I was still learning how to mountain bike. For our first ride in Boulder, I picked Walker Ranch based off of trail descriptions I read on the Boulder Mountain Bike Alliance website. I had no real concept of what an “advanced” […]


Winter Park

“You can’t hold on to people any more than you can hold on to a cool breeze on a hot day, or a break of sunshine in the clouds that warms your bare skin. A real connection between two individuals is a natural phenomenon not unlike the 360-degree view of from the top of one […]