31 May '17, 10am
Being Rickey Gates
I arrive at Safeway around dinner time. This was our planned meeting location before heading over to Waterton Canyon Trailhead, the northern starting point of the Colorado Trail. I catch a glimpse of Rickey Gates’s white running pack through the sliding-glass doors. He looks lean and muscular, not as skinny and disheveled as I thought he would be, having already run over 2,000 miles across the country. His classic mustache has morphed into a full red beard. He is holding a roast chicken, a block of cheddar cheese, a sandwich, and four bananas. He smiles when he sees me, that whimsical smile denoting a certain ease of being, as if he knows something that you don’t. He probably does. We hug and I ask if he wants to get dinner, instead of eating the chicken in the parking lot. He agrees, leaves the bird, and we walk over to the tavern next door. It’s trivia night so the place...