OK, mountain bike originals! Winter feels like ancient history now, and yep, the snow has melted. Reflecting on my absurd journey from snow to sun this summer, exploring the wreckage of my old bikes and broken-down new ones, I’m conjuring up unconventional daring escapades!
Orca, my trusty steed, might just get a whimsical transformation into a gravel bike. As for dear Mochi, unless you get nimble and faster, your energy drain might just land you on the market. But let’s throw all that aside for now.
As fire season brings its “charming” smoky trails, I’ll humorously tackle life’s infuriating curveballs. Biking, they say, is all about the journey (what a ludicrous notion), but when it becomes an obstacle, I’ll take a darkly humorous break to avoid any “fiery” confrontations. Embracing new paths and passions, I’ll trust my instincts to navigate the dizzy trails of life.
And so, as the fire season paints the skies with its smoky allure, I’ll humorously toast to life’s absurdity and unpredictable twists. Biking may have its challenges, but I’ll take a break, embracing new adventures—or hey, maybe I’ll even consider a nursing facility for the ultimate off-road experience!
Hey there, me. You adventure seeker! Welcome to your race report for the Butte 50 – a one-of-a-kind event that turned out to be quite the peculiar journey. As a seasoned rider with a knack for snarky commentary, I was all set to take on the Butte 50 with my typical quirky style. Little did I know that this ride would defy all expectations, leaving me with a mix of emotions and hinting at an unforeseen farewell to the world of biking.
Pre-Race Antics: Before we pedal forward, let me set the stage, folks! As I lined up for the Butte 50, excitement filled the air, and I couldn’t resist cracking a few jokes to lighten the mood. The plan was to have a leisurely ride, snack at the aid stations, and enjoy the scenic beauty with my friends – sounds simple, right? Well, buckle up, self.
The Race Unravels: As the race kicked off, I was ready to embark on this adventure with my buddies, sharing laughter and poking fun at a roadie. But destiny had a different plot twist planned. As my pals vanished into thin air (okay, maybe just way ahead on the trail, and I my last comment was to just go without me), I found myself navigating through this challenge all alone.
An Uphill Odyssey: The sun decided to join the fun, and the heat turned up like a spicy salsa dance. I was determined to be a biking superhero, but my legs seemed to disagree. My stomach didn’t agree either. Shoot everything was complaining about the lack of water and food. Climbing those hills felt like attempting a dance routine with two left feet. The phrase “No pain, no gain” took on a whole new meaning, and I questioned my life choices and existence as I pedaled onward. Eventually walking forward. Then stopping to end it a couple times.
Facing the Unpredictable: Between gulping water at aid stations and pondering the meaning of life, I stumbled upon a moment of clarity. Memories of past biking triumphs came rushing back like a nostalgic movie montage. That is where Tinker passed me. Ah, the joy of conquering challenges and the thrill of being part of this quirky biking community. I’m calling it quirky … it’s more like Bro Battles at this one.
The Unexpected Farewell: As I crossed the finish line, an unexpected mix of emotions washed over me like a tidal wave. Relief that I survived this odd odyssey, yet a tinge of sadness as I pondered what’s next. It hit me harder than a bumpy trail; this might be my last time riding forever. Who would’ve thought a quest would lead to such contemplation?
Conclusion: So here we are, at the end of this peculiar pilgrimage. The Butte 50, with its twists and turns, has been an unforgettable part of my biking journey. As I prepare to bid adieu to this stuff, I want to express my deepest gratitude to the biking peeps for all the camaraderie, laughs, and warmth. And thank you SELF. That was fun. Or was it? 🚴♂️😄
A ZEB suspension fork in the snow, A place where I’m not supposed to go. Adventure in last winter’s cold, A stark contrast to yesterday’s 103 degrees, so bold.
The thrill of the unknown, As I ventured out alone. The snow crunched beneath my feet, A far cry from yesterday’s scorching heat.
The chill of last winter’s air, As I explored without a care. The beauty of the snow-covered land, A stark contrast to yesterday’s burning gravel.
So there I stood, in the snow, In a place where I wasn’t supposed to go. Embracing the adventure and the cold, As I left behind yesterday’s heat, so bold.
Join me on an exhilarating mountain biking journey from the heart of Missoula, Montana to the breathtaking heights of Miller Peak. Despite the blistering 104-degree heat, this video captures the essence of adventure and determination. Witness the stunning panoramic views from the summit, where the vast Montana landscape unfolds in a display of natural beauty. The journey is as thrilling as the destination, with rugged trails and the sun blazing overhead. Experience the thrill of conquering Miller Peak, and the serene beauty that awaits at the top.
Imagine standing in a gallery, surrounded by the most exquisite flower photographs, each vying for the title of the top flower picture of the century. That’s exactly where I found myself, in the midst of the International Cool Flower Shop on Road Contest. As a participant, I had four contenders, each unique, each a testament to nature’s artistry. Let’s dive into these floral masterpieces.
1. The Sunset Shadow Play: This one’s a showstopper. Picture a vast, amber-hued sky, the sun bidding farewell. In its wake, a colossal flower shadow stretches across the canvas, merging reality with a dream-like silhouette. It’s not just a photo; it’s a dance between light and darkness, a moment where time stands still.
2. Monochrome Magic with a Splash of Color: Here, the world fades to black and white, but the flowers? They defy this chromatic shift, blooming in vibrant colors. It’s as if they’re whispering, “Even in a world devoid of color, beauty persists.” This stark contrast isn’t just visually striking; it’s a narrative about resilience and hope.
3. The Fleeting Glance: This one’s more subtle, a mere side glance of the sun, casting elongated shadows of the flowers. It’s like catching a fleeting moment of beauty, a gentle reminder of how ephemeral life can be. The shadows, longer and more profound, add a sense of mystery and intrigue.
4. The All-Encompassing Frame: Finally, a snapshot where everything is in focus – the flower, the road, the trees, the sun, and the clear blue sky. It’s a harmonious blend, each element complementing the other, creating a symphony of natural beauty.
Deciding which one to choose feels like picking a favorite star in the night sky. Each image has its own story, its own emotion. I’ll let these photographs simmer in my mind, and in my next post, I’ll reveal the chosen one, the picture that I believe will capture the hearts of the judges and earn the prestigious title.
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Hey there, adventurous spirits! Let’s dive into the heart of Montana’s serene wilderness at Trout Creek Campground. Nestled in the Lolo National Forest, this spot is a true nature lover’s paradise. With its elevation at 3,000 feet and spanning across a cozy 6 acres, it’s the perfect escape from the hustle and bustle.
The campground boasts 12 campsites, each offering a unique blend of rustic charm and comfort. Imagine waking up to the cool, shady embrace of the forest, surrounded by spacious sites with ample screening for privacy. The gravel roads winding through the campground add to the rustic, woodsy feel, perfect for those seeking an authentic forest camping experience.
But that’s not all! For the water enthusiasts, Trout Creek Campground features a boat launch. Imagine launching your boat into the tranquil waters of the Lower Deschutes Wild and Scenic River, an experience that is both exhilarating and peaceful. The campground offers 21 campsites and three group-use campsites along this picturesque river. If you’re bringing your RV, you’ll be happy to know that some sites are pull-through, making it convenient for setting up. And for those spontaneous day trips, there’s day-use parking available too.
And let’s not forget, the campground is just a stone’s throw away (7 miles, to be exact) from gas and groceries, making it convenient for stocking up on camping essentials or grabbing a quick bite.
After you’ve set up your camp, it’s time to explore! The 7-mile Trout Creek Trail is a must for hikers and nature lovers. Imagine trekking through the scenic paths, each step bringing you closer to Montana’s unspoiled beauty. And for the rock climbing enthusiasts, Trout Creek is a well-known climbing area, offering challenging routes and stunning views.
As the day winds down, gather around the campfire (following local fire regulations, of course). Share stories, roast marshmallows, and gaze up at the star-filled Montana sky. This is where memories are made, away from the glow of screens and the noise of the city.
Before you leave, don’t forget to check out the seasonal ranger station and the trailhead. Whether it’s getting tips for your adventures or just a friendly chat with the local rangers, it’s these small interactions that add to the richness of your camping experience.
Resources to Enhance Your Day:
Trout Creek Trail Guide: Get detailed information on the trail, its difficulty level, and what to expect.
Remember, Trout Creek Campground is more than just a place to stay; it’s an experience, a chance to reconnect with nature, and an opportunity to create lasting memories. So pack your bags, grab your hiking boots, and get ready for an adventure in the heart of Montana’s wilderness!
Mid-June rolls in with a fanfare of colors, the spring flowers are in full bloom, and the call of adventure echoes from the mountain trails. It’s that time of year when mountain biking isn’t just a sport; it’s a ticket to an exhilarating experience amidst nature’s finest show.
There’s something magical about pedaling through the wild, the aroma of fresh blooms guiding your way. Each turn of the trail brings a new surprise – a hidden cluster of wildflowers, the sudden dart of a curious squirrel, and the ever-changing play of light through the trees. Mountain biking in June is like dancing on wheels, with nature’s rhythms setting the pace.
I remember one such ride where the blend of thrill and beauty was almost surreal. The trail wound through a forest alive with color, each pedal stroke adding to the sense of freedom. The highlight? Stumbling upon a hidden glade, carpeted with wildflowers, untouched and perfect. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered joy, reminding me why I mount my bike every chance I get.
But it’s not just about the ride; it’s about the memories you create along the way. Stopping to smell the flowers (literally), sharing a laugh with fellow bikers, and feeling that unique blend of exhaustion and exhilaration at the end of the trail. That’s what mountain biking in June is all about.
So, what are you waiting for? Grab your helmet, get on your bike, and let the trails lead you on a journey of discovery and delight. And who knows? Maybe you’ll find your own hidden glade, a secret shared only with the birds and the breeze.
In the heart of Missoula’s serene embrace, On Waterworks Hill, nature’s grace, Where yellow blanket flowers glow, And bitterroots in charcruise show.
A dance of colors under the sky so wide, Montana’s beauty, with pride, In whispers of the breeze, stories untold, Of petals and hues, bold and gold.
Amidst the hills, where dreams take flight, In Missoula’s day and tranquil night, Flowers speak in a silent song, In this place where they belong.
Feel the spirit of the land, so still, In the magic of Waterworks Hill, Where blanket and bitterroot flowers lay, In a symphony of colors, nature’s ballet.
Our journey kicks off in the familiar, rugged paths of the Blackfoot Corridor. Darkwing, with its sleek frame and unyielding tires, is more than just a bike; it’s my partner in crime against the mundane. We’re not just riding; we’re carving memories on the trails.
The climb to Mineral Peak is where Darkwing truly shines. The path is an intricate dance of sharp turns and steep ascents. With every pedal, Darkwing responds like a creature in its natural habitat, making the challenging terrain feel like a playful adventure. The peak is our stage, and the panoramic view from the top, our well-deserved applause.
But why stop at the peak? The ride down to Sheep Mountain Trail is where the adrenaline really kicks in. Darkwing and I, we descend like a whirlwind, the wind echoing our exhilarated whoops. The trail is a symphony of natural obstacles, and together, we perform a ballet of speed and precision.
Finally, as we loop back to the Blackfoot Corridor, the sense of achievement is palpable. This isn’t just a trail; it’s a testament to the bond between a rider and their bike. Darkwing, with its gritty endurance and responsive agility, has been more than just a bike; it’s been my fellow adventurer, my wingman on this epic journey.
Hi everyone! I’m so excited to share with you some photos from our recent trip to Wahkeena Falls. It was such a beautiful and relaxing place, and we had a lot of fun exploring the trails and enjoying the scenery. Mo and I (aka Cuddles and Snuggles, respectively) are always up for an adventure, and our silly antics often leave others in stitches. Here are some highlights from our slideshow. Enjoy!
Waking up to the sound of rain at Disco Bike Park, our spirits could’ve easily dampened like the ground outside. But no, we’re not the types to let a little water ruin our plans. Instead, we transformed what could have been a washout into an unforgettable adventure.
Our first move? Packing up our bags with the agility of seasoned travelers, we hopped into our trusty van. Our destination? The majestic Schalkohol Pass, a route known for its raw, natural beauty. As we drove, the scenery outside our windows shifted from lush greens to the rugged expanse of the Bitterroot Valley. It was like watching a live painting, each brushstroke a new and breathtaking view.
But let’s not forget the highlight – Schalkohol Falls. Standing before its cascading waters, we felt minuscule, yet invigorated. It’s moments like these that remind you of nature’s grandeur and your tiny, yet significant place within it.
Our journey eventually led us to Blodgett Canyon Campground. Nestled in nature’s embrace, this spot was the perfect base for the next leg of our adventure. And that was a hike through Blodgett Canyon. Let me tell you, this hike wasn’t just a walk. It was an exploration, a journey through the heart of the wilderness. Every step brought a new discovery, from hidden streams to the distant calls of the wild.
Looking back, this trip, born out of a rainy predicament, turned out to be just as thrilling, if not more, than a typical bike park weekend. It’s funny how life works sometimes. You start with rain, and if you’re open to the adventure, you end up finding gold.
Mom always wanted us to get together as a family, but I was never a fan of sacrificing my summer weekends for reunions. Well, mom got the last laugh. After she passed away, we all gathered to say goodbye and I had some unexpected reunions.
First, I reconnected with my biological father, Ronnie, whom I hadn’t seen in nearly 20 years. He was at the funeral and we had a chance to catch up. It was surreal and wonderful.
Ronnie, Myself, and Rose
Second, I met my biological daughter, Melinda, whom I hadn’t seen in 25 years. She came up from Wyoming to meet me and we had an instant connection. We are so much alike it’s weird … but really fantastic.
Myself, Melinda, Felicity, Isaiah, and Jeramy (the Sotos) … hope I got it all right?
Thanks to mom’s ultimate get together, I rediscovered my family and learned to appreciate the moments we have. Life is full of surprises and sometimes they are the best gifts. Mom, you were right all along. Family is everything.
*I hope you enjoyed the story. These two reunions were not the only ones that touched me. I had fun seeing you all at mom’s funeral. If you’re not here, it’s not a diss. You’re all amazing.
Bike-pouting, a term endearingly coined by a friend, is more than just a phrase; it’s a soul-soothing practice. It’s when you grab your bike and hit the trails, not just for the love of the ride but as a means to pedal through whatever’s weighing on your mind. You ride until that nagging feeling, that something you can’t quite shake off, feels a bit lighter. Sometimes it’s a serene glide through nature’s calm, other times it’s a relentless push against the elements, be it blizzards or the daunting silence of night atop a ridge.
My recent escapades into the Rattlesnake Wilderness and the Stewart Peak Boundary, coupled with my photographic pursuits of the Bitterroots, are quintessential examples of bike-pouting. These journeys aren’t just about distance covered or trails conquered; they’re about introspection, healing, and perhaps a touch of dramatic flair that only solo rides in the wild can offer. Each pedal stroke is a step towards emotional clarity, a physical manifestation of working through feelings.
Reflecting on the warmth of home and the comfort of nature, today’s story weaves together the contrasting experiences of two souls. Mo, embracing the tranquility of hiking and capturing the beauty of flowers, finds solace in the vibrant Blanket Flower, her favorite. Meanwhile, I remain in Billings, immersed in a more somber mood as I bid farewell to my dad.
The narrative takes us on a journey through the simple joys and profound sorrows that shape our lives. Mo’s connection with the natural world, evidenced by her fondness for the Blanket Flower, highlights the healing power of nature. The Blanket Flower, known for its bold, fiery colors and resilience, mirrors the strength and vibrancy Mo finds in her outdoor escapades. Her photography, a testament to the beauty she witnesses, serves as a gentle reminder of the enduring splendor in our world.
In contrast, my time in Billings is marked by a farewell that tugs at the heartstrings. The city, with its own unique charm and memories, now becomes the backdrop for a more reflective, introspective moment. Saying goodbye to a loved one is never easy, and the emotions that accompany such farewells are deeply personal and poignant.
This dichotomy of experiences – the bliss of nature’s embrace versus the sorrow of parting – paints a vivid picture of life’s multifaceted journey. It reminds us that joy and sadness often walk hand in hand, each moment a thread in the rich tapestry of our existence.
As we navigate through these varied landscapes of emotion, we find solace in knowing that each experience, whether uplifting or challenging, shapes who we are. The beauty of the Blanket Flower and the bittersweet farewells in Billings are not just mere moments but integral parts of our story, each with its own beauty and significance.
Imagine a day that starts like any other but transforms into a tapestry of familial connections, weaving together past and future in a single, unforgettable experience. That was the essence of my recent visit – a journey not just across miles, but through the intricate layers of family ties.
Reconnecting with Roots
The day was marked by a poignant reunion with my biological father, Ronnie, and his wife, Rose. Reconnecting with them wasn’t just about revisiting the past; it was about bridging gaps and mending the fabric of a family that had been stretched by time and circumstance.
Introducing Generations
The highlight, though, was something even more special. I had the chance to introduce my daughter Melinda, her husband Jeramy, and their kids, Felicity and Isaiah, to Ronnie and Rose. Watching the generations come together, with curious eyes and tentative smiles, was like watching a story unfold – a story of beginnings, reunions, and unspoken promises of a future where these bonds would only grow stronger.
Moments of Laughter and Learning
Our day was filled with stories, laughter, and a few tears. Ronnie shared tales from the past, while Melinda and Jeramy talked about their lives and dreams. The kids, curious and full of energy, were the bridge between generations, reminding us all of the joy and innocence that binds a family together.
The Unseen Threads
As the day wound down, I realized that this visit was more than just a gathering. It was a profound reminder of the unseen threads that connect us, the resilience of family love, and the incredible journey of life that weaves us all together in its tapestry.
Conclusion
As I reflect on that day, I’m grateful for the moments of reconnection, the laughter shared, and the new memories created. It was a reminder that sometimes, the most extraordinary days are the ones that bring us back to our roots and propel us forward, hand in hand, with those we love.
Sometimes, life’s solemn moments lead us back to places filled with memories. This was my experience during a recent trip to Billings, Montana. Amidst the somber reason for my visit—a funeral—I found a moment to reconnect with a piece of my past: the mountain bike trails at Phipps Park.
Back in the day, I was no stranger to these trails. I remember racing through them, the wind in my hair, the thrill of the chase, and the challenge of each turn and climb. But this visit was different. This time, I wasn’t there to race; I was there to remember and to explore.
Phipps Park, nestled in the rugged beauty of Montana, is a haven for mountain bikers. Its trails wind through scenic vistas and challenging terrains. As I set off on my bike, the familiarity of the trail greeted me like an old friend. Each twist and turn brought back a flood of memories, of days when life seemed simpler and all that mattered was the path ahead and the bike beneath me.
My goal was to reach the mesa. I remembered the views from there – panoramic scenes of Billings’ landscape, a tapestry of nature’s best work. As I pedaled, I couldn’t help but notice how the trails had evolved. New paths had been carved, and old ones had matured, much like myself. The park had grown, and so had I.
Reaching the mesa was both a physical and emotional journey. As I stood there, overlooking the vast expanse, I felt a mix of nostalgia and appreciation. It’s remarkable how a place can remain so deeply etched in our memories, unchanged by time in our minds, yet so different in reality.
As I made my way back, I reflected on the day. It was a break from the somberness, a moment of peace and a reconnection with a younger version of myself. Phipps Park hadn’t just given me a path to race on years ago; it had given me memories that were a source of comfort and joy in an otherwise difficult time.
Sometimes, the best way to move forward is to revisit the paths we’ve taken before. And as I left Phipps Park that day, I realized that while we might leave places behind, the memories and experiences we gain from them stay with us forever.
Sometimes life takes us on journeys wrapped in quiet reflections, leading us through the heart of our memories and landscapes alike. Today, I find myself embarking on such a journey, traveling from the scenic vistas of Missoula to the bustling streets of Billings, Montana. A journey necessitated by a solemn occasion, a funeral, yet it unfolds like a tapestry of the state’s natural beauty and the bittersweetness of memories.
The road from Missoula to Billings is not just a route measured in miles; it’s a path that weaves through the fabric of time and memory. As I leave Missoula, the morning sun peeks through the clouds, casting a gentle glow over the city. There’s a serene beauty in the way the light dances on the mountain tops, a stark contrast to the somber purpose of my trip.
The drive is long, and as the hours pass, the landscapes shift. Rolling hills give way to vast plains, and the big Montana sky stretches endlessly above, a canopy of blue with whispers of clouds. This road is a familiar friend, one that has witnessed many a traveler’s contemplation.
I decide to stop for the night in Big Timber, a quaint town that feels like a step back in time. Big Timber, with its small-town charm and welcoming locals, offers a quiet respite. The town, nestled against the backdrop of the Crazy Mountains, stands as a reminder of the enduring strength and resilience that characterizes Montana and its people.
The next day, as I continue towards Billings, my thoughts are introspective. Billings, a city that buzzes with energy, seems to echo the myriad emotions that funerals often evoke. The contrast between the city’s vitality and the reason for my visit is poignant.
But in this journey, there’s a subtle reminder that life, like the Montana landscape, is a tapestry of contrasting experiences – joy and sorrow, beginnings and endings, hellos and goodbyes. As I make my way through the bustling streets of Billings, I carry with me not just the sadness of loss but also the warmth of cherished memories.
Resources to Enhance Your Day
Montana’s Scenic Drives: Explore the beauty of Montana’s landscapes. Montana Scenic Drives
Reflections on Life and Loss: Inspirational readings for tough times. Inspirational Readings
May this journey through Montana bring not only a tribute to a life well-lived but also a moment of introspection amidst the state’s breathtaking beauty.
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