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  • Head count

    Ah, the glorious sun! There I am, cradling my cup o’ joe, surveying my domain like a modern-day monarch. Sixty-three thousand and eighty-four… one hundred thousand… one hundred and nine thousand four hundred ninety-three. Hold up—someone’s MIA. Ah, yes, the elusive lady from Carriage Way. Probably bolted for Bozeman, the land of the free. Well,…

  • More of this

    The memories of this winter give clues to my summer’s plans. I think I made my decision while on a weekend trip to the Madison’s two weeks ago. We were skiing towards the Sphinx when suddenly it came into view as we headed up a open meadow. I thought to myself that this is what…

  • Lost

    Tapering, or whatever you call it, I just woke up on the couch. This isn’t my home. This isn’t my life. What am I doing inside? On This Day In History Diving back into the archives on February 29th: 2004: World Cup Biathalon in Lake Placid – Just waltzed back from Lake Placid, fresh off…

  • Wanting to be there

    I am looking up into two tall trees and something I read comes back to me as if the internet webpage was right before my eyes. The words mirror my feelings. OK, so maybe I cant remember it exactly so I felt the need to go home and post it in my next blog. As…

  • SMSS

    Alright, listen up! Sunday morning? More like Sunday Mourning Shit Show, or SMSS. But hey, gotta say, Mo and I cooked up one heck of a challenge to get my blood pumping for the Togwotee Winter Classic. First things first, urban snow biking through Carriage Way to the “M” parking lot. Didn’t catch much sunrise,…

  • My piece of solitude

    This trail is not new to me. On the contrary it is a old friend. I needed to get in some single track skills and this is what came to mind first. After the usual “behind the neighborhoods” trail prolog I spun my way quietly up a icy road. Suddenly a plow truck, a private…

  • Fallen

    Driving along I90 heading West I couldn’t help notice some trees on Pipestone Pass that seemed to have been growing out of a rock.  One of them became heavy with snow and had fallen over.  In that instant it looked to me like the other tree bent over and wept in despair at how it’s…

  • Taking the long way

    This ain’t punctuality by the book, mind you. I’m not one for dustin’ off the “early bird gets the worm” proverb. Nah, I aim for on-time, like clockwork. But suggest a 10 AM arrival, and I might roll in under the stars. Why? Because, hey, sometimes life throws two paths at you: the express lane…

  • Little Bear Creek

    The beginning of the ride was nothing that resembled fun. The access to the trailhead was at one time a packed snowmobile trail. But the weather had turned warm and some vehicles had really trenched it out. My beetle high-centered before I could get to far and I had to back out and go back…

  • Monday Monday

    Today is Tuesday indeed but a Monday to me. So what do I expect?  Well I expect to be frustrated that I am a day behind my training schedule and that will in return turn to over-eating and frustration of being fat.  So in simple terms I will be frustrated.  Just how I like it.…

  • Tree fight

    Frustration for me is the accumulation and realization that I am cheap and lazy. It is this manifestation combined with the results of this lack of attention to the needs of what I am trying to do that pushes me over the edge. But that alone is not enough for me to lash out. I…

  • Rescue

    Sun ignites the Bridger Range, painting the sky in hues that make yesterday’s blizzard seem like a fever dream. My coffee steams, mirroring the excitement bubbling in my chest. Telemark boots, packed and prepped by the door, whisper promises of powder and pristine slopes. Madison Range, here we come! Except… hold on. My idyllic window-gazing…

  • Togwotee training

    In two weeks we will be in our first snow bike race somewhere near Togwotee Pass and today was good training. We “tried” my urban loop which comprises mostly green space fitness paths. In the winter these become pretty fun snow biking opportunities.  Today dodging the poop bombs (bad dog owners) was not a problem…

  • The beautiful workout

    I excitedly waved my girlfriend over to take a peek at my workout stats, and she couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. To me, this collection of numbers and charts was as breathtaking as a flawless sunset snapshot. “Check out this beauty of an interval set,” I said in a hushed tone, brimming…

  • Withdrawl

    So there I was, scrolling through Wikipedia late one night, when I stumbled upon a concept that hit closer to home than I expected: Withdrawal. Not just any kind of parting, mind you, but the soul-gnawing type that you feel in your bones when you suddenly stop seeing someone, stop calling them, or even stop…

  • Long way home

    The trail home is a mixture of about 80% path, 5% road, and 15% sidewalk. In the wintertime this trinket of snowy goodness is nice because there is no traffic and one could bomb the winding trails with a snow bike. This is how my Mukluk (Larry) and I spent the afternoon. The jaunt home…

  • The madness of valentines day

    At 39, biking in Bridger Foothills, I reminisce. As a kid, Valentine’s Day was tough. School was a show-off fest: fancy cards, treats, a popularity contest. I was the odd one out, handing out cheap cards, receiving few. It wasn’t fun being the unpopular red-headed kid. Fast forward, there’s me, proposing over Pac-Man, hoping for…

  • Portrait of frustration

    Ah, the familiar chaos of life in motion! It’s one of those moments where you’re on the phone, and your brain is dividing its attention between the conversation and your surroundings. You know, you’ve long lost that carefully crafted core exercise list, and you’re attempting to recall it from the depths of your memory. All…