A few years back, I found myself riding in the Oakridge-Westfir area at Mountain Bike Oregon. To me, it’s the kind of place that makes you believe in second chances, not just for old logging towns, but for entire communities looking for a new way forward.

The singletrack was (and is) world-class, and the ridgeline views were unforgettable. But what struck me most wasn’t necessarily the trails, it was the people. A small, tight-knit community that had weathered economic downturns and reinvested in itself through the simple act of getting people out on bikes.

That didn’t happen overnight.

Building a brand is a long game. It’s less about viral hits and more about consistent presence, a clear identity, and showing up with something that actually connects. I’ve seen it firsthand in the adventure of building Trail Builder Magazine from the ground up.

I vividly remember talking with a gravel race director in a small town last year who said, “We post on social media when we can, but it’s hard to keep up.” I get it. Most of these races are volunteer-run, and tourism boards in rural areas are often underfunded and juggling multiple roles. But what I’ve seen again and again, through my work with Trail Builder Magazine and now with BorderLands Gravel, is that your online presence is your brand. If your social media looks like an afterthought, people assume your event or destination is too.

It’s not that these brands are ignoring social media. It’s that they’re not doing it well. And in today’s landscape, that’s just as costly.

There’s something about shooting back-to-back gravel races that left me both partly exhausted and creatively lit up. I rolled back into Portland Sunday night after spending the weekend on the Oregon Coast shooting the Oregon Coast Gravel Epic and West Coast Gravel. Two races, two towns, one camera, a burrito-stained hoodie, and a tick embedded in my shoulder.

I shoot like I’m telling a story … because I am. That’s the goal: make a rider feel the race again when they see the photo. Make someone who wasn’t there wish they were (a little FOMO always helps).