I drink coffee every morning. I have my routine. I measure out 18 grams of coffee and grind it using a hand grinder so as to not wake anyone up. I brew with 280 grams of water at 202 degrees using a v60 pourover set-up. I love it. It’s great. It tastes wonderful. But … when that same routine is done outdoors? Wonderful turns into A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! What is it about drinking coffee outside that is so rewarding?
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Fighting off the growing darkness with coffee? That almost sounds like Book One or the first movie in a new Lord of the Rings trilogy. You know, when Frodo pushes back the darkness of Mordor as it expands under the penetrating evil eye of Sauron. Instead of throwing the ring into the volcano he instead throws a hot cup of coffee in Sauron's eye ...
When you think about it, we live in an incredible time in the progression of history. Born a hundred years ago and we would've missed out on the sport (and lifestyle) we've come to love ... mountain biking. Even on a yearly basis we see technological advancements within mountain biking as well as riders pushing the boundaries of what is deemed as "extreme" farther and father. It's almost comical to see late 80s DH races on grainy video footage ... narrow bars, sketchy brakes, short travel bikes, and wild clothes.
I like to think of myself as a minimalist. In today's world that is a statement full of contradictions. I type this on my MacBook Pro while listening to my pop punk Spotify playlist while drinking a $3 cup of black coffee as I communicate with friends on my iPhone. Hypocrite.
Drinking coffee is odd at times. No, not the actual process of drinking coffee itself but the stigmas attached to it. On one end of the spectrum you have blue collar miners packing a thermos full of (probably bad grocery store) black coffee in their lunch pails for the day. Gritty, hard-working, tough as nails and their coffee smells (and tastes) as bad their clothes at the end of their shift (or worse). At the other end of the spectrum you have bearded skinny jeans-wearing city-dwelling hipsters who're faux-gritty also drinking black coffee. The difference though is not about who's drinking coffee but the actual quality of coffee itself.
Sleeping outdoors is fun whether car camping, bikepacking, or backpacking. But let's be honest. When you really think about it, "camping" is simply reducing our quality of life for a night or two. We move from sleeping in comfortable beds in climate-controlled rooms to sleeping on thin sleeping pads hoping we removed the bigger rocks underneath. And then there are bugs and the night was colder than we had anticipated. When we wake up in the morning (usually earlier than we normally do) the first thing that comes to mind is ... coffee.