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  • Am I a multi-day racer?

    Jay Petervary won the Stagecoach 400 by riding without any sleep whatsoever for just under 50 hours. Wow! That is so amazing! His post alone made something click in my head. And then bouncing my feelings off of someone last night solidified my understanding of what I am as a multi day adventurer on a mountain…

  • Contrast

    The weekend and the work week. Blizzard and sunshine. Snowy peaks and tilled bare earth. Sitting on your ass and getting outside.  All a part of life.

  • 3 decisions

    All day I teetered on which bike I should go bikepacking with. It would have been cut and dry with the El Mariachi but then again outside was everything but “dry”.  A raging snow storm had me grounded and I was considering just watching movies and canceling the entire weekend.  But I couldn’t do that.…

  • Waiting list

    Minus the frame bag that I will be getting next month, or so, my bike is ready to “multi-day” rock.  Still though I can go out now and give it a three day test.  I need to downsize my old sleeping bag and pad to make way for more comforts like sleeping booties but I…

  • Alone training

    There I was, en route to Missoula in the soft glow of sunrise – a scenario that typically plays out in reverse. That’s when it hit me, something’s off. This isn’t a journey back from Zootown; it’s a dream refusing to let me rest. With a jolt, I’m awake, peering out into the morning as…

  • Where does the sun go?

      I am leaning up against a tree and as I start to become conscious I notice that the sun is no longer in the sky.  Replaced by a sad sliver of moon.  But the sky is full of color and really quite beautiful. I wondered off after work on my bike. Remarkably I made…

  • Last drive

    Another drive to Missoula … strike that … Bozeman. Wow! I am so disoriented right now. And ah … where was I? I can see a fence high on a ridge stretching and waking to the mornings fiery light. I think I am somewhere between spending some good times with friends and my new job…

  • Tale of 2 worlds

    The first world high atop the mountains have unpredictable weather and lofty views.  I like this world the best. I am away from this world right now and think that when I return I will return for good.  No more traveling for a while. I spend a lot of time in that world … in…

  • 2012 GMAR

    My first boat wreck was intense. The river was higher than last year, making me nervous, like cycling on ice. Yet, we were told the higher volume would smooth the ride. It didn’t feel smooth; the power of the water was overwhelming, with swells hiding the shores, reminiscent of a “World’s Deadliest Catch” episode. Before…

  • Same

    Since I travel a lot I get to see sunrises and sunsets.  Someone once told me they look exactly the same.  That may very well be true.

  • Adventure awaits

    Traveling is good and I love it. But I am becoming increasingly fatigued from all the back and forth from Bozeman to Missoula.  How do I pass the time when traveling?  Why taking photos out of the window of course.  Now I am in Missoula and today the Grizzlyman race starts.  On most calendars it…

  • Small world at Lolo Creek

    It is amazing what you can find in a quarter mile trail in the woods. Some worlds seem as though they were taken right out of a Dr. Seuss book. It is hard to keep on the path when the forest floor looks so comfortable. but lay down on it and who knows what worlds…

  • Putting it back together

     This morning I got out on the mountain again for a 20 minute burn up to the ridge-line.  As I ascended I realized that I totally recovered from last nights quad burner decent. I realized that maybe, just maybe, I was coming into some kind of form.  maybe last weekends efforts were coming into fruition…

  • Barking Spider finale

    At the top of my website I used to state “You fall apart just to put things back together with the way you want them“. And now while running up a ridge in the Bridger Range I am beginning to understand what I so carelessly posted.  Little did I know that last weekend’s Barking Spider…

  • Barking Spider part 2

    So picture this: I’m barreling down the highway towards Boise, landmarks ticking off like items on a grocery list. One of them, this majestic elk sculpture perched on a Kooskia roof, always catches my eye. This race, I was the barking spider champ, and seeing that elk? It felt like it was mirroring my pre-race…

  • Barking Spider part 1

    Every time we hit Route 12 down to Idaho, there’s this waterfall we never miss. It’s not like I’m some water wizard, but checking out the waterfall’s flow kinda became my quirky ritual to guess how soggy the spring’s gonna be. This time around, it was more of a trickle than a torrent. Made me…

  • Complicated beauty

    Oh, life’s got this funny way of piling on, doesn’t it? Last night, I bit off way more than I could chew: cramming in a half-day of work, squeezing in a date, then zipping off to Boise, Idaho for a race. Seriously, what was I thinking? Clearly, not with the part of my brain that…

  • Good enough … part 2

    Back in my old haunt, Missoula, squeezing in one of those quick, gritty workouts. Took on Sentinel after chaining myself to my desk all day. With daylight slipping through my fingers, I sprinted for the trailhead and soon found myself on a ridge, practically touching the clouds. Managed to snag some time to test out…