While the elk in Missoula “winter” on Mount Jumbo *I* winter at Pipestone. Why? Because I need to see, feel, and fall in dirt. Cheesy yes! Whatever. Pipestone is diverse and when I return from a successful mountain bike trip I cant help but think I have been in Arizona, Utah, and Idaho all in…

I undertook another of my extended rides home from work, but this time, I heeded Askia’s advice to return a bit earlier than usual. My agenda was packed: starting with a core workout followed by a cycling session on Turner for a focused leg exercise. However, upon entering my apartment, I was warmly welcomed by…

It all started when I left work and wanted to just go home and take a nap. I am so tired. And just a side note this all makes sense 47 and tired. Is it finally here? Anyway I mounted my cross bike and headed across campus. Last time I was a student this kind…

By the time I got the rear wheel fixed the sun was low on the horizon. The rest of the ride I was super nervous that my injured tire would explode. It all happened on a rocky decent at Pipestone Sunday. I hit a sharp rock head on and it shredded my rear tire immediately  I used an…

OMG I am tired. But I had a great weekend. But I am so tired. In fact I am about to fall asleep on the keyboard. I visited with my brother Paul in Butte, had a fabulous mountain bike ride with Ed and Laurie, hiked with Paul, and visited or schemed with my friend Ross.…

It was almost time to turn around. Today I wanted to catch up with some work outs and a couple 30 minute running intervals should do the trick. Furthermore I could run this, the Foothills Trail, and see how the spring is progressing. But now torn between running along the tiny sliver of land on…

Just as I dive back into the blogging sea, I manage to throw a wrench in the works. Last week, in a moment of clarity (or perhaps madness), I decided to jump ship from Windows to Apple. But don’t panic! Thanks to a boatload of RAM and a quad-core processor, I can host virtual parties…

Why do “people” need reassured?  I don’t even know if I am asking the question right. Here is the scenario. Someone is proud of something. And for some reason they “NEED” reaffirmed that what they are proud of is legit. I am guilty I think. Yesterday I embarked on an adventure. It included hiking over Jumbo Mountain and into…

It was determined that today for the first time we, as a household unit, would go for a hike.  And we choose the Wallman Trail of the Rattlesnake Recreation Area as the destination. This was the first time I have been on an outing with my usual hiking partner’s roommates   And it was fun. I was able to do my…

It amazes me how we as humans and some more than others tend to analyse life to the point that it becomes unrecognizable. I mean look at the mountains. As soon as you pull them apart and classify its elements. Grey rocks built upon some magical fairy dust with this much oxygen per cubic measure-o-meter. Blah blah.…

Recently a hiking partner and I set forth to hit the summit of Baldy Mountain here in Bozeman. But what got in our way was the day in general. Brilliant sunshine coming into a apartment window can make the mornings preparations slow. I took numerous coffee breaks sitting on the deck in the sunshine. Then…

Ah, the trek from Bozeman to Missoula! There’s this gem called Pipestone tucked away. Picture it: a spot so parched, you’d think it’s been borrowing the weather from a desert – even in the clutch of winter, it’s all dust and whispers of tumbleweed. Yet, here we are, tiptoeing into spring, and suddenly, Pipestone feels…

Ah, the eternal inner dialogue: “WHAT! AGAIN?” Yes, indeed. But as I meandered through my morning commute, an epiphany struck amidst the hum of the engine—cue the dramatic soundtrack. And now, as my other half incredulously inquires, “WTF… Drive?”, I plead for silence. Let’s lay out the canvas of my reasoning, shall we? Firstly, the…

I would be lying if I said I just got back from the Togwotee Winter Classic. I actually got back a couple of days ago.  I have struggled to come up with stuff to post about. Life is good but my ambition is stormy. like these photos.  I have photos from this weekend but I am so buried in previous…