This scene up at Lolo Pass is one of those jaw-droppers that nature casually tosses out every now and then. Imagine standing in an alpine meadow, sprawling and lush, with that kinda green that makes your eyes happy. Sprinkled everywhere are these tiny bursts of color…wildflowers doing their thing, making the grass look like Mother Nature just spilled her paint set.
Around the edges, there’s this tall lineup of evergreens, mostly pine or spruce (can’t quite tell, but hey, they’re majestic either way), forming a cozy border like they’re guarding a secret hideaway. And let’s be honest, it’s the sort of place you half expect to stumble across some woodland creature having afternoon tea.
Look up, and the sky is putting on an absolute clinic in cloud artistry. Those fluffy white clouds billowing and shifting, because mountain skies never stay still, do they? Sunlight keeps darting around, spotlighting patches here and there while leaving others shaded, like some giant celestial game of peekaboo.
Way out there, you can see the mountains rolling away in layers, fading from green to blue. It’s got this cinematic vibe, each layer hinting at adventures just out of reach.
Honestly, it’s the kind of spot that makes you want to flop down right smack in the middle, whip out a sandwich, maybe a thermos of coffee (or something stronger, no judgment here), and just watch the clouds pass until sunset nudges you back to reality.
Peaceful? Absolutely. Awe-inspiring? Without a doubt. Just a little slice of wilderness perfection, no big deal.
Quick disclaimer: This post benefited from the use of Claude for image analysis (my actual photos), ChatGPT for proofreading and structural input. The author remains solely responsible for the final content and its accuracy.
Navigating the murky waters of change has never been my forte, especially when it involves saying a reluctant goodbye to the thrilling world of mountain biking (MTB) racing. The recent shutdown of GCN+ felt like the universe itself was conspiring to keep me from my passion. Coupled with the high barriers to access UCI World Cup MTB events—turns out, I didn’t accidentally leave a fortune in my other pants—the journey’s taken a rather gloomy turn.
Mountain biking wasn’t just a hobby for me; it was my escape, my slice of freedom. So, you can imagine the cloud of gloom that settled over me, thick and oppressive, as if saying, “Hey, maybe it’s time to stop watching biking hero’s like Nino Shurter.” It’s a bit melodramatic, I know, but we’re all the heroes in our own stories, right?
Facing this conundrum, I find myself at a crossroads, looking for signposts that point to “What next?” With outdoor sports feeling like a distant dream, I’m turning my gaze elsewhere, indoors. F1 racing, which is still within the reach of my decidedly non-millionaire budget via the F1 app, and the virtual worlds of video games have become my new contenders for attention. Sure, it’s not the same as watching Rob Warner shout “LOOK AT THE TIME”, but there’s a certain charm in them that I’m starting to appreciate.
At 58, I’m learning that life is all about transitions. The interests that once defined us can evolve, leading us down paths we never expected to tread. I should open the door to different hobbies that might just fill the void left behind. Whether it’s the thrill of an F1 race or the immersive worlds of video games, I’m ready to embrace this new “stuff”.
Stepping into these unknown lands, I can’t help but think that, sure, change is scary, but isn’t it also the door to opportunities we never saw coming? Maybe this is the adventure I’ve been unknowingly craving. And, who knows, in this story of shifting sands, maybe there’s a sliver of hope—a little nudge reminding us that sometimes, waving goodbye to one dream might just be the ticket to finding another, equally heartwarming. Plus, as a quirky perk, being a couch potato might just cut down on my lifespan, effectively trimming down the years of drama. Talk about a win-win situation! Oh, LOOK AT THE TIME!
On This Day In History
2004: Comanche For Hire – Ah, the Sikorsky Comanche, envisioned as the James Bond of helicopters, decked out in stealth technology and promising a new era in aerial missions. Yet, like a Bond movie taking an unexpected turn, its fate hangs in the balance.
2006: lodge rEBUILD – Attention, Web Lodge dwellers! Gather around the virtual campfire, for news abounds! As you know, our beloved chat haven took a tumble recently, leaving us lost in the wilderness of silence.
2007: 1st Place Expert Overall – Hello everyone from sunny and warm Missoula Montana. Last weekend I traveled to Lewiston Idaho and competed in the Devils Slide Mountain Bike Race. Here is my story.
2008: Difference a day makes – Just two days ago, I was battling hypothermia in a snowstorm. Contrastingly, last night’s ride was in sunny, warm weather, albeit brief.
2010: Thrust – This is part 12 in a series of blog posts that I am dedication to my favorite photos of 2009. Today’s inductee and now a resident in my “Mountains” photo album is “Thrust”.
2011: Devils Slide weekend – Ross and I just stood there dumbfounded at our surroundings. The sun hit our faces and we squinted to look around at all the things we once knew but have somehow forgotten.
2012: Path narrows – Ah, the morning ritual, my friends! You know, the one where you’re not waiting for that pesky alarm clock but rather the sweet beep of your trusty heart rate monitor.
2014: JayP Backyard Fat Pursuit Part 2 – [Part 1] To West Yellowstone Between the adrenalin from the send-off at the first checkpoint and riding pretty hard the warmth was finally coming back to my body.
2023: Pedaling my Farenheight – Pedaling my FarenheightOn the damp and cold shoreDark clouds gather in the skyAs I ride on more … and …. more.
Pedaling my Farenheight On the damp and cold shore Dark clouds gather in the sky As I ride on more ... and .... more.
The waves crash with a thunderous sound The wind whips at my face I feel alive, free and unbound In this solitary, single place.
On This Day In History
2004: Comanche For Hire – Ah, the Sikorsky Comanche, envisioned as the James Bond of helicopters, decked out in stealth technology and promising a new era in aerial missions. Yet, like a Bond movie taking an unexpected turn, its fate hangs in the balance.
2006: lodge rEBUILD – Attention, Web Lodge dwellers! Gather around the virtual campfire, for news abounds! As you know, our beloved chat haven took a tumble recently, leaving us lost in the wilderness of silence.
2007: 1st Place Expert Overall – Hello everyone from sunny and warm Missoula Montana. Last weekend I traveled to Lewiston Idaho and competed in the Devils Slide Mountain Bike Race. Here is my story.
2008: Difference a day makes – Just two days ago, I was battling hypothermia in a snowstorm. Contrastingly, last night’s ride was in sunny, warm weather, albeit brief.
2010: Thrust – This is part 12 in a series of blog posts that I am dedication to my favorite photos of 2009. Today’s inductee and now a resident in my “Mountains” photo album is “Thrust”.
2011: Devils Slide weekend – Ross and I just stood there dumbfounded at our surroundings. The sun hit our faces and we squinted to look around at all the things we once knew but have somehow forgotten.
2012: Path narrows – Ah, the morning ritual, my friends! You know, the one where you’re not waiting for that pesky alarm clock but rather the sweet beep of your trusty heart rate monitor.
2014: JayP Backyard Fat Pursuit Part 2 – [Part 1] To West Yellowstone Between the adrenalin from the send-off at the first checkpoint and riding pretty hard the warmth was finally coming back to my body.
Between the adrenalin from the send off at the first checkpoint and riding pretty hard the warmth was finally coming back to my body. I paused at the base of the Chick Creek Climb to take off all the layers. I was really excited that 40+ racers from this morning had packed the trail up the climb that I had to walk earlier.
The route basically makes a lolly-pop. Then on the second time around the loop we take a right onto a trail to West Yellowstone. The climb was perfect and I barreled down the Fish Creek Trail. I kept my eye on the GPS and 6 miles from the checkpoint I stopped.
I starred in disbelief as two or three fat bike tracks made a right and went up a narrow snowmobile trail. Walking tracks confirmed my fear that this ride so to speak was over. To the left was a sign signifying that indeed this was the trail to West Yellowstone.
After two hours I managed to walk 5 miles. I ran into some snowmobilers stopped alongside the trail. One was taking photos and the others cheering. It really lifted my spirits. Gave a reason to the walking. As the evening wore on I got on my bike more and more. I imagined that Andrew Kulmatiski had rode all of it and must be ages ahead by now. I just wanted to get to West.
I was at mile 46 when JayP came by on a snowmobile again. It was all I could do to crack a smile. It was so hard to keep riding in the unsettled terrain. And it was snowing again. And apparently we were near the top of the climb for the day.
Earlier on the climb someone had passed me riding his bike. I was astonished to see someone riding. I was getting killed by everyone that found a way to ride. So after the sound of JayP’s machine faded in the distance I let out air until I had 3 pounds or so in the back tire. I jumped on and was happy to learn I could start riding. With just under 20 miles to go this was great news.
Think about it. Walking at 1.5 miles an hour just how long would it take me to get to West Yellowstone? Right! And I was starting to believe I would not make the cut off. But now I was riding and it felt good. I caught back up to the fella that had passed me earlier.
“When is the cut off in West, do you know”, I asked.
“I think it is 6 in the morning”, he answered.
Darn … I could definitely make the cut off. I kind of wished I could be taken out for going to slow. But now with my new found riding skills on a super soft tire I was guesstimating I could make it by midnight.
I passed one more person who announced that he “sucked at this kind of riding” to gain 3rd place. I started watching Rebecca‘s and Andrew’s tracks. And it looked like Rebecca caught up to Andrew. And at times maybe even took the lead. I could only imagine the battle unfolding at the front.
It got dark and I made note about the beautiful alpine glow … but did not care. Seems I was getting close to West Yellowstone and started to descend, which seemed more cool then the great views. The riding got better and better. And so did my hopes of finally getting to West. Beyond that … I had not made up my mind. About continuing past West. It was incomprehensible. Then the grade turned upward again. Not another climb? No way? Or was this flat and I was just not able to pedal any more?
The climb out of Dry Canyon was brutal. Finally I succumb to the torture and stopped. I looked down and I had been ridding the rim. I had a flat tire which made this seem like a steep climb. Maybe I had let out to much air, or maybe it was the drop in altitude, or the temperature. Whatever the reason I decided to just pump it up and continue.
I had stopped drinking and eating thinking I was so close to West. But really how stupid is that? The GPS clearly showed I had ten miles to go. I wasn’t almost there. But I just trudged on and wanted to get this leg over. And besides the pedaling was a lot easier now. When I passed a sign for Whiskey Trail I picked up a fresh groomer track, nice and hard. Sweet.
I could start to see lights, West perhaps? But then the pedaling got hard again. Another flat. Shit! I proceeded on pumping it back up … again. Mike Barklow pulled up.
“Are you OK?”
“Yea”, I lied completely, “just had to air up a flat.
“I know how that goes”, he shouted and accelerated down the hill. He could smell the barn as well. I finished up and headed down after him.
Then he pulled away and I knew why. And I was right. Stupid tire was flat again. I took a break and change out my tube, something I should of done the first time. After 20 minutes I was on my way again. Completely proud because this time I took off my gloves and did what needed to be done and then got warm stuff back on. Previously at the “boil water station” I failed to take off my damp gloves and waist time. I was starting to feel like a pro out here. Two miles down the trail I was warm again and on the outskirts of West Yellowstone.
“Yea Bill”, I heard Jay yell as I opened the door to check point two, a nice condo in West. “How do you feel?”
“Yea … ah … OK I guess … kind of destroyed … a little”
On This Day In History
2004: Comanche For Hire – Ah, the Sikorsky Comanche, envisioned as the James Bond of helicopters, decked out in stealth technology and promising a new era in aerial missions. Yet, like a Bond movie taking an unexpected turn, its fate hangs in the balance.
2006: lodge rEBUILD – Attention, Web Lodge dwellers! Gather around the virtual campfire, for news abounds! As you know, our beloved chat haven took a tumble recently, leaving us lost in the wilderness of silence.
2007: 1st Place Expert Overall – Hello everyone from sunny and warm Missoula Montana. Last weekend I traveled to Lewiston Idaho and competed in the Devils Slide Mountain Bike Race. Here is my story.
2008: Difference a day makes – Just two days ago, I was battling hypothermia in a snowstorm. Contrastingly, last night’s ride was in sunny, warm weather, albeit brief.
2010: Thrust – This is part 12 in a series of blog posts that I am dedication to my favorite photos of 2009. Today’s inductee and now a resident in my “Mountains” photo album is “Thrust”.
2011: Devils Slide weekend – Ross and I just stood there dumbfounded at our surroundings. The sun hit our faces and we squinted to look around at all the things we once knew but have somehow forgotten.
2012: Path narrows – Ah, the morning ritual, my friends! You know, the one where you’re not waiting for that pesky alarm clock but rather the sweet beep of your trusty heart rate monitor.
Ah, the morning ritual, my friends! You know, the one where you’re not waiting for that pesky alarm clock but rather the sweet beep of your trusty heart rate monitor. Today, I was playing a game of “Can I beat my own heart rate monitor?” Spoiler alert: I usually do. But not today, my friends, not today.
I was expecting that little beep to chime in when my heart rate dipped below 40 beats per minute. But alas, it seems like my body had other plans. Maybe I’m a bit fried, or maybe I just need to embrace the idea of some well-deserved rest. So, what did I decide to do? Well, I considered going back to bed and then casually driving to work. Yep, that sounded like a solid plan.
But hold on to your helmets, because my mind decided to take a detour. Suddenly, I found myself standing between towering granite canyon walls, the wind whipping down a narrow monolithic groove, and my face already frozen from the chill. It was like a blast from winters past in New York City, and I couldn’t help but wonder why the air felt so bone-chilling.
But there I was, right in the middle of it all, climbing through powdery snow toward the summit. And let me tell you, folks, I was in my element. I felt like I was exactly where I needed to be, basking in the beauty of the moment. In fact, I even had that fleeting thought: “I could die a happy person right now.”
And then reality struck like a bolt of lightning. I woke up from this mountainous reverie and realized I was running late for work. Darn it! Time to kick it into gear and get moving.
On This Day In History
2004: Comanche For Hire – Ah, the Sikorsky Comanche, envisioned as the James Bond of helicopters, decked out in stealth technology and promising a new era in aerial missions. Yet, like a Bond movie taking an unexpected turn, its fate hangs in the balance.
2006: lodge rEBUILD – Attention, Web Lodge dwellers! Gather around the virtual campfire, for news abounds! As you know, our beloved chat haven took a tumble recently, leaving us lost in the wilderness of silence.
2007: 1st Place Expert Overall – Hello everyone from sunny and warm Missoula Montana. Last weekend I traveled to Lewiston Idaho and competed in the Devils Slide Mountain Bike Race. Here is my story.
2008: Difference a day makes – Just two days ago, I was battling hypothermia in a snowstorm. Contrastingly, last night’s ride was in sunny, warm weather, albeit brief.
2010: Thrust – This is part 12 in a series of blog posts that I am dedication to my favorite photos of 2009. Today’s inductee and now a resident in my “Mountains” photo album is “Thrust”.
2011: Devils Slide weekend – Ross and I just stood there dumbfounded at our surroundings. The sun hit our faces and we squinted to look around at all the things we once knew but have somehow forgotten.
Ross and I just stood there dumbfounded at our surroundings. The sun hit our faces and we squinted to look around at all the things we once knew but have somehow forgotten. Bare ground for one. This simple element can not be emphasized more. There was plants, animals, and amazingly enough not a trace that snow had ever visited the area. It was a look into the future. A look into what spring will be like when it finally visits Montana. For now we just stood there with our faces towards the sun soaking it all in.
I didn’t get any sleep Friday night and when I arrived at Ross’s house had been awake all night. My body was all a-buzz with sleep deprivation numbness. We had been waiting for this moment for a while now and I was not about to miss it. I switched into using pure adrenalin and caffeine for energy. We headed out for Lewiston Idaho in a blinding snow storm with out new bikes in tow. For Ross he had his new Strong 29er and me my 2011 Turner Flux. Thankfully Chad at Red Barn had us both up and running in time for the weekend. Thanks Chad 🙂
I started to identify with Lewis and Clark as we busted into Idaho with snow so deep on the roads it was about bumper deep. This kept us pretty alert until all at once we started to see a change in scenery. Dark patches started to appear in the landscape and grow in size and numbers until finally it was all bare ground. By the time we arrived at the venue it was all out spring conditions. Temps hovering in the 60s and full sunshine. It was quite refreshing and it gave me energy I didn’t think I had.
It wasn’t long before Ross and I were riding our new bikes. Hoots and hollers came out as we churned the cranks through the single-track and up the only big climb. I discovered that my bike could climb like a goat and Ross just kept sporting a big ol grin and rode quite fast. Down the Devil’s Slide we gathered to express the horror of suddenly riding bikes and plunging down a steep cliff first thing. Welcome back to mountain biking fellas.
My plan was to ride until sunset but a session of extreme coolness was to much for a suspension bolt and it snapped. A run into town to a local Napa store was necessary and the days riding ended with two laps.
The run into town for replacement parts turned into a taste of the local culinary fairs. Soon the night was upon us and we returned to camp to sit next to a crackling fire. Sleep deprivation caught up to me and I barely made it into the cabin before I completely passed out on the cot.
The next day we enjoyed racing and meeting up with old and new friends. I took a extra lap before and after the race for good measure and apparently everyone else was too. It was a gorgeous day. Of course the best part of the Devils Slide is the swag giveaway and this year like all the others everyone got something. I ended up with some cool pool clogs (for some Montana hot tubbing) and Ross I think scored some gloves. I usually end up with a helmet but this year was not meant to be. the ol Lazer has to endure another season.
Of course we stopped for the traditional pizza. And there was the traditional pee stop on Lolo Pass to freak out at the size of the snow drifts in front of the lodge. All traditional stuff but this year a much needed distraction from the changing landscape in Missoula Montana.
On This Day In History
2004: Comanche For Hire – Ah, the Sikorsky Comanche, envisioned as the James Bond of helicopters, decked out in stealth technology and promising a new era in aerial missions. Yet, like a Bond movie taking an unexpected turn, its fate hangs in the balance.
2006: lodge rEBUILD – Attention, Web Lodge dwellers! Gather around the virtual campfire, for news abounds! As you know, our beloved chat haven took a tumble recently, leaving us lost in the wilderness of silence.
2007: 1st Place Expert Overall – Hello everyone from sunny and warm Missoula Montana. Last weekend I traveled to Lewiston Idaho and competed in the Devils Slide Mountain Bike Race. Here is my story.
2008: Difference a day makes – Just two days ago, I was battling hypothermia in a snowstorm. Contrastingly, last night’s ride was in sunny, warm weather, albeit brief.
2010: Thrust – This is part 12 in a series of blog posts that I am dedication to my favorite photos of 2009. Today’s inductee and now a resident in my “Mountains” photo album is “Thrust”.
This is part 12 in a series of blog posts that I am dedication to my favorite photos of 2009. Today’s inductee and now a resident in my “Mountains” photo album is “Thrust“. I took this photo Jul 28, 2009 at 1:40 PM at the same time as yesterday’s photo. I know, posting the same photo twice is boring but it really isn’t the same photo. This one was shot with my Canon EOS 10D because I wanted to get across that meadow to capture the mountain.
Another photo taken after the 24 Solo worlds on my sightseeing day. I really wish I could go back but not today. It is sunny here in Missoula and the skies are blue. There is no need to find a better place as this is it. I don’t know how I will utilize the day but I am sure I can come up with something.
Yesterday I did my 20 minutes threshold test up route 12 from Lolo. I warmed up and noticed that riding was effortless. i was really going to have a great time trial. About 30 minutes from Lolo I launched my effort.
I flew and I covered more ground then ever before. I swear I averaged 28 miles an hour uphill in full knobby tires. I cooled down and stopped to turn around at the 20 mile mark. I thought, “Wow! Nice! 40 miles in 2 hours, that’s cooking on this cross bike”. Then I turned to head back and it hit me.
Rarely does the wind blow from Lolo West. Yesterday decided to mix things up and fool anyone out on route 12. I passed a flag completely unfurled and whipping in the wind. I knew my return trip would be a slow one.
Then I met up with my friend Ross and he towed me back into town. Damn wind always humbles me. Better get used to it because the upper plateau at the Devils Slide is windy and the best effort through the wind will win the race.
On This Day In History
On this day in history, let’s embark on a delightful journey through the archived adventures and musings from my blog. Dive into this curated list of posts, where each entry takes you back to a moment in time, revealing passions, adventures, and reflections. Let’s get started!
2004: Comanche For Hire – Ah, the Sikorsky Comanche, envisioned as the James Bond of helicopters, decked out in stealth technology and promising a new era in aerial missions. Yet, like a Bond movie taking an unexpected turn, its fate hangs in the balance.
2006: lodge rEBUILD – Attention, Web Lodge dwellers! Gather around the virtual campfire, for news abounds! As you know, our beloved chat haven took a tumble recently, leaving us lost in the wilderness of silence.
2007: 1st Place Expert Overall – Hello everyone from sunny and warm Missoula Montana. Last weekend I traveled to Lewiston Idaho and competed in the Devils Slide Mountain Bike Race. Here is my story.
2008: Difference a day makes – Just two days ago, I was battling hypothermia in a snowstorm. Contrastingly, last night’s ride was in sunny, warm weather, albeit brief.
Just two days ago, I was battling hypothermia in a snowstorm. Contrastingly, last night’s ride was in sunny, warm weather, albeit brief. For a detailed route of this stark change in adventure, See map.
I did face a challenge running out of roads. Aiming for a three-hour ride, I ventured out towards and beyond Frenchtown, only to return and discover I had ridden for just 2:15. Next time, I’m pushing to 9 Mile. I’m riding all weekend—anyone up for it? Don’t let your hesitation hold you back; it’ll catch up by summer!
On This Day In History
On this day in history, let’s embark on a delightful journey through the archived adventures and musings from my blog. Dive into this curated list of posts, where each entry takes you back to a moment in time, revealing passions, adventures, and reflections. Let’s get started!
2004: Comanche For Hire – Ah, the Sikorsky Comanche, envisioned as the James Bond of helicopters, decked out in stealth technology and promising a new era in aerial missions. Yet, like a Bond movie taking an unexpected turn, its fate hangs in the balance.
2006: lodge rEBUILD – Attention, Web Lodge dwellers! Gather around the virtual campfire, for news abounds! As you know, our beloved chat haven took a tumble recently, leaving us lost in the wilderness of silence.
2007: 1st Place Expert Overall – Hello everyone from sunny and warm Missoula Montana. Last weekend I traveled to Lewiston Idaho and competed in the Devils Slide Mountain Bike Race. Here is my story.
Hello everyone from sunny and warm Missoula Montana. Last weekend I traveled to Lewiston Idaho and competed in the Devils Slide Mountain Bike Race. Here is my story.
Saturday morning I woke up and for some reason decided to spend extra time cleaning the car. A simple clean-out turned into a complete vacuuming and washing of the interior. After this spring clean fit I was able to finally get out of town at around 11AM.
The trip is the usual windy road 50MPH affair except I was worried that the conditions in Lewiston were going to be wet and cold, worse yet snowy. As I went over the pass into Idaho I watched the inboard thermometer in my car. 150 miles to go and 32 degrees … oh no. 100miles to go and 45 … getting better. 50 miles to go and 50 … ah yes. My worries were unfounded and the day turned into a 58 degree and dry day.
I arrived and got nestled into the cabin that my friends had graciously reserved. The cabin was a stones throw from the course. At about 4:30 I set out for a pre ride. After an hour and a half I was totally exhausted from riding great singletrack and just playing in the dirt. I was in heaven.
M friends showed up later and we enjoyed a great cabin experience complete with front porch and warm temperatures. We watched Wallace and Grommet and tucked in for a pre race sleep.
The next day did not disappoint in the weather department. It was a balmy 60 degrees with gusty winds. The weekend was already a success but there was one more thing to do … Race!
At the start I notice that there were 11 pros that would start 2 minutes before the experts. I turned to my racing compatriot Mike Longmeir that out goal was to catch the pros. The gun went off and so did I. O got a slow start but within 100 feet I surged ahead and headed into a dusty 4 foot wide trail (horse trail).
The wind was blowing very hard and I thought to myself that I had gone too early. I thought the pack would just stick together and wait for me to tire. So I turned it down a notch.
We approached the first climb and I spun up without going too hard. I looked back. No one! Now all I had to do was keep upright, have no mechanicals, and not flat for two and a half laps.
At one point I hit a corner in the wrong gear and had to do a run up. Other than that it was pure fun. I was leading the race which totally surprised me. I decided to enjoy every turn of the crank and I did. I was able to hang on to the great pace and finish strong.
After the race my friends and I hit the Pizza parlor for the traditional post race pizza. The drive back was hard due to the lateness of the day and I said goodbye to my traveling partners on top of Lolo Pass and dashed for home. Now I have yet to unpack the car. Maybe Ill do that before my friend flies in tomorrow evening for Spring Break.
On This Day In History
On this day in history, let’s embark on a delightful journey through the archived adventures and musings from my blog. Dive into this curated list of posts, where each entry takes you back to a moment in time, revealing passions, adventures, and reflections. Let’s get started!
2004: Comanche For Hire – Ah, the Sikorsky Comanche, envisioned as the James Bond of helicopters, decked out in stealth technology and promising a new era in aerial missions. Yet, like a Bond movie taking an unexpected turn, its fate hangs in the balance.
2006: lodge rEBUILD – Attention, Web Lodge dwellers! Gather around the virtual campfire, for news abounds! As you know, our beloved chat haven took a tumble recently, leaving us lost in the wilderness of silence.
Immerse yourself in these captivating snapshots of time, where each post serves as a window into the my world. Whether it’s a poetic reflection on a bike ride or the excitement of a mountain bike race, these posts bring to life my passion and adventures.
Attention, Web Lodge dwellers! Gather around the virtual campfire, for news abounds! As you know, our beloved chat haven took a tumble recently, leaving us lost in the wilderness of silence. But fear not, fellow wordsmiths and picture enthusiasts! Tonight’s online meeting brought forth a resounding “YES!” – the Web Lodge must rise again, eChat in tow!
Now, here’s the plot twist: our current host seems to have a grudge against e107, the platform that powered our beloved chatroom. “Lame,” as our fearless leader puts it. But worry not, dear reader, for we have a secret weapon: BORTAL technology, still in its beta stage, but brimming with potential.
Think of it as a phoenix rising from the ashes, each pixel meticulously rebuilt using this innovative BORTAL tech. It might take some time, but slowly, surely, the Web Lodge will reclaim its rightful place in the digital cosmos.
In the meantime, we have each other and our “cool pictures” (what a beautiful photo it is, by the way, even if its connection to the blog remains a delightful mystery). And yes, Pologra, your voice is always welcome, even without the shackles of a login.
So, stay tuned, dear Web Lodgers! The journey to rebuild our online haven has begun, and BORTAL tech promises an exciting, if slightly unorthodox, path forward. Together, we’ll create a space that’s even more vibrant, welcoming, and, of course, chat-tastic than before. Let the pixels fly!
On This Day In History
On this day in history, let’s embark on a delightful journey through the archived adventures and musings from my blog. Dive into this post, where I take you back to a moment in time, revealing passions, adventures, and reflections. Let’s get started!
2004: Comanche For Hire – Ah, the Sikorsky Comanche, envisioned as the James Bond of helicopters, decked out in stealth technology and promising a new era in aerial missions. Yet, like a Bond movie taking an unexpected turn, its fate hangs in the balance.
Immerse yourself in this captivating snapshot of time, where I serve you a window into the my world. Whether it’s a poetic reflection on this job or the excitement of a mountain bike race, these posts bring to life my passion and adventures.
Ah, the Sikorsky Comanche, envisioned as the James Bond of helicopters, decked out in stealth technology and promising a new era in aerial missions. Yet, like a Bond movie taking an unexpected turn, its fate hangs in the balance, threatening to relegate it to the realm of “what might have been,” alongside Betamax and the dodo.
Introducing “Comanche For Hire,” a conceptual arena where this cutting-edge chopper and other potential innovations of the early 2000s vie for a chance at redemption. Picture the Comanche, sleek and stealthy, taking on projects that were ahead of their time, in a contest of ingenuity and untapped potential.
So, with “Comanche For Hire,” we’re championing the underappreciated and the nearly forgotten. In a world fond of underdog tales, this imaginary showdown is a nod to the brilliance on the brink of being sidelined. Here’s to the overlooked and overshadowed, may your day in the spotlight still be on the horizon. Cheers to the dreamers and their dreams yet to take flight.
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