I realized that this was my first time back on the trail since this happened. At one point, our lead-out ranger had to stop because an intersection wasn't being controlled, so a few of us rode on ahead to make sure all the upcoming intersections were being controlled, to let the officers who were controlling know we were approaching, and to let other trail-users know that we were coming up. For those few miles, I was just riding, like I used to. The sun was shining, the weather was cool, and I was flying. Then I looked down and saw the purple flower for the memorial, stuck in my brake cables. I realized that at least Jenny was doing what she loved, and for that moment, I shared that love.