My Substack

I’m trying out a new publishing platform that might replace this website. Looking to cut down on costs and the occasional headache (though I’ve gotta admit, I do have a soft spot for this place). Time will tell how it goes! For now, check out my posts over there. If I end up coming back, I’ll post everything here again.

  • by William Martin
    Legacy Bike Park, Big Arm, a dried-out leaf, and a partner who now wants to ride more than I do
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    A lakeside campsite, a territorial rodent, and the Mr Bear’s stance that followed
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    I took two photographs of a neighbour’s Halloween lawn.
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    On indecision, forgetfulness, and the mountain bike season that got pulled off anyway
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    Fat bike grinders, burger cookouts, a closing bike park, and every peak I could squeeze in before the snow
  • by William Martin
    Watch now (41 secs) | We came to Silver Mountain Resort for a weekend at the bike park, not expecting so much else to be happening
  • by William Martin
    Notes from the day a costumed dachshund outshone the mountain bikers at Kellogg’s Oktoberfest
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    A weekend ritual built on fried food, mason jar beers, and rowdy downhill laps before winter took it all awayph
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    Studio lights, a crumb, and a documentary crew that may not exist
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    Snuggles Found Her Suspension
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    A big climb, a bigger view, and a tire that didn’t survive the way down
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    What a hard climb with felt companions looked like when the terrain fought back the whole way
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    Double climb day
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    The real pictures, as promised
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    Plushie Style
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    A Fully Felted Life
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    Watch now (17 secs) | My brain is fried
  • by William Martin
    The Softest Film Crew in Government Service
  • by William Martin
    A Tale of Dawn Raids, Tailgates, and Rodent Espionage
  • by William Martin
    Same Lake, Less Soggy, Maximum Snuggle

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