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  • Imaginary racing

    Today I did a triathlon but the only evidence is my gps tracks which include my back country ski and snow bike followed by a skate ski. Even though I pulled out the win (last one standing) it wasn’t until the middle of the skate ski that my counterpart gave up and went to the…

  • Forgotten

    I wasn’t high on a ridge in Bozeman like the night before. I was on cross country skis in the South West part of Montana at a ski area called Chief Joseph Pass. I was a long way from my nightly view of the Absorka Range. I was skiing out in front of a small…

  • Coordinates

    Oh, stumbled upon a nugget of wisdom tucked away in a book, did ya? It tossed out this zinger: you’re exactly where you gotta be, no matter the moment. But, huh, figuring out where “where” is? That’s the brain teaser. Imagine cracking open a tele ski guide, bam, it’s sprinkling you with coordinates for every…

  • Rest

    Tomorrow, I’m off to the wonderful Missoula, so it’s time to pack. Just finished a tough workout up Bridger Ridge. Now, for some “active rest” — seeing my girlfriend. Bozeman’s valley is peaceful. Have a great weekend, everyone! ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY: Dive into these posts for a glimpse of history, from thrilling adventures…

  • Junkie

    I don’t know what it is. When an endurance junkie like me takes a couple days recovery suddenly life just falls apart.  I am at peace when my schedule is overbooked and I am working out during every sliver of time. But the last couple days have been light and I find myself at home…

  • Looking inward

    The sun was setting, and I was in a bind. My goal had led me to failure as evening approached, forcing me to retreat for safety. Tracing my steps back, I pondered my predicament: stranded on a ridge with dwindling daylight and inadequate gear against the cold. Life’s dualities struck me—partnerships require harmony, jobs balance…

  • Solo

    I watched her lights fade into the night, then dashed up to my place. “Brrr… chilly,” I muttered. I grabbed my work gear and left for another Bozeman Monday. My bike felt strange as I pedaled to campus. At work, I thought… Alone.

  • In Bozeman for the day

    Loneliness, a shadow that often trails behind us on our journeys, can sometimes feel like an uninvited companion on the roads we travel. Bob Dylan, in his profound simplicity, offers a beacon of light in navigating this solitude. His words serve as a map, guiding us back to the warmth of human connection and the…

  • Staying home

    I have lived in Bozeman for 6 months now but my experiences have been limited. Most of my time has been spent in Missoula actually. When a hiking buddy showed up this weekend here in the Bozone we decided to get up on a high spot and take a look around. The sun was out…

  • Dream ride

    Even though I had my warmest mitts on, the cold started biting into my fingers. It might be that my hands were falling asleep from riding all night, maybe it was the cold. I kept focus on the challenge … the race. I almost missed the river crossing and looked for a landmark to guide…

  • Significant

    I just did ball pikes, and my injured rib aches each time I thrust upwards. Today’s an easy day, ending with some ‘pain lab’ workouts. My thoughts drift to today’s ride from work. Fresh snow meant commuting with Larry, my snow bike. Fitting in with my training plan’s “30-minute recovery ride,” I toured Bozeman’s fitness…

  • The tricking of winter

    Snow is starting to fall outside, and soon the world will be covered in a new blanket of snow. A lot happened behind the scenes leading up to tonight, part of what I called “operation groundhog.” I can finally share the details. On January 31st at 6 PM, a top decision was made to leave…

  • Rest week

    It was February 1, 2012, time for a rest week. “I promised to lose weight and get active again,” Winnie declared. Christopher Robin sat quietly, worried about his friend. Winnie looked weak and tired. Humans often misunderstand bears, and even Christopher, despite being close, couldn’t figure out why Winnie wasn’t hibernating. “Just passing by,” he…

  • So done with driving

    January 30, 2012, and I’m fed up with driving. Commuting’s a huge time sink. If you drive an hour daily to work, that’s 250 hours a year, about 10.5 days lost, not to mention the cash drain. Luckily, my commute’s just a 15-minute bike ride. But I do have a weekend commute. Living in Missoula…

  • A day in the life

    My day usually kicks off with a snow bike ride up Rattlesnake Corridor, weather permitting. Ski grooming often makes it tough, but I try my luck. On a rainy morning, when the trails turn to slush and ice, I head back, pushing my snow bike through the corridor. The tough conditions in Missoula make outdoor…

  • Pacing debunked

    The thing I will remember most about the 2012 OSCR 50K is that for the first time I actually “paced’ myself the results were unexpected. I thought I would post the fastest personal time ever. Instead I was a half an hour slower then when I went out and “blew up” half way through he…

  • OSCR 50K: 4th Try Tomorrow

    Tomorrow’s my 4th shot at the OSCR 50K. This year’s its 30th anniversary, so there’s a special hat! Originally, OSCR meant “Ovando to Seeley Citizens Race,” linking two towns. Now, it’s just a loop, starting at Seeley Creek Trails and crossing Rice Ridge. Someone (maybe Alden?) told me it now stands for “Over Seeley’s Creeks…

  • Winter takes a break

    I keep expecting snow, and those warm winds to turn into icy blasts. Riding my Mukluk, I feel like I should be in a blizzard, Larry’s natural habitat. But this week, winter took a break. Instead, I got stunning views and, frustratingly, some of the best road riding I’ve had in Montana. Missoula had me…