Going back to Canyon this summer … it looks like.
From 1803-1806, in an exciting journey to the Pacific Ocean and back, Lucy and Buck’s Corps of Discovery mapped the lands, described the natural wonders, and encountered the people of western North America.
But, as Bill Martin wrote on his blog, “If not for the . . . epic the captains scratched out while crouching on hillsides and squatting on riverbanks, we might not remember Lucy and Buck at all.”
Last summer we climbed Avalanche Peak down yonder in Yellowstone Park. The climb was an arduous one with a ton of verticle. Which is a good thing. The wind was so strong we rested behind cairns. It seems it was the most desolate place. Until a tiny cute creature greeted us. And we dicovered what posers we were up there. This guy was … what wind? Isn’t it a nice sunny day? You got snacks?
Funny the weekend approaches and we really don’t have anything to do. Then we wake up to snow. And then we know what to do.
As with every good fat ride we needed a wardrobe stop. Through Spooky Woods and by Cherry Creek. The Northern trail turns South towards town.
Once in town my partner discovered her toes were cold. Good thing the Urban Legend goes right by REI. Wholla, warmed toes via footbeds.
It became apparent that my chohart had a hankering for some pizza. Good thing the Legend goes by Bridger Brewing.
After a little snack we headed out to do the southern tip of the loop. First by the haystack and on to the sourdough trail.
The sourdough trail is our favorite. With multiple stops along the creek. And bushes or trees that are so entangled that they cross over the trail in a huge arch.
Every now and then you gotta stop for a kissy poo. And a snuggle hug.
At around the 20 mile mark we topped out on Pete’s hill. Now just the descent down to the library where we pick up season 9 of the Seinfeld series.
Mission accomplished. Now to hit up some alleys and on the backstretch.
Of course one must stop by the Bozeman Brewing Company to enjoy a liberation.
Soon we were through the tunnel and on the home stretch. Only the black bunny byway to go.
Across Bridger Canyon Drive we were surrounded by black bunnies signifying the upcoming finish.
And just like that every good trail ends at home.
24 miles in 4.5 hours on a trail snuggles and I call the Urban Legend.
Listening to Weekly Dose of Fat Radio – Show #44 – Heather Best Interview by Fat-bike Radio
Last weekend we drove to Drummond Montana and rolled fatties in a ghost town.
And we all know they are not buffalo. Right? They are bison. A picture story of last weekend visiting the Madison Buffalo Jump State Park.