The clock was ticking against us as we threw our stuff in the van. Missoula was already fading in the rearview mirror, the late afternoon sun slanting through the windshield. We were pushing it, really pushing it, but something in my gut said we just had to go. Sometimes you need to escape even when…

It was one of those perfect Montana mornings when Mo convinced Bill to explore Lolo Pass in the Clearwater National Forest. Mo had been planning this trip for months. “They say these trails haven’t changed much since 1805,” Mo told Bill as they biked near the Glade Creek campsite. Bill just nodded, more interested in…

I finally got out. It was July 15, 2024, and the height of mountain bike season. Today wasn’t about perfection… just a quick and dirty escape after work, a climb for the sake of climbing. My legs smiled as I pedaled my mountain bike up University Mountain, the evening sun throwing long shadows over Missoula,…

Man, the 4th of July in Kellogg, Idaho is something else entirely. Picture this: a bunch of pickup trucks and RVs gathered in dusty lots as the sunset fades into that perfect deep blue. There’s this beautiful collective patience as everyone waits, camping chairs out, maybe a cold drink in hand. And then it happens…

Saturday, June 22, 2024. Mr. Bear and his trusty sidekick, Buttons, rolled into Silver Mountain Bike Park, their tires crunching over gravel as the gondola cables hummed overhead. The sun poured down like liquid gold, warm on their shoulders, the scent of pine and chain grease filling the air. Anticipation crackled between them, an unspoken…

So there I was, Saturday morning, June 15th, the sun barely dragging itself over the horizon, and me, somehow already vertical despite my better judgment. Snuggles says I’m the only person she knows who voluntarily ruins perfectly good weekends by waking up at ungodly hours. She’s probably right. But this wasn’t just any morning. This…

The sun was beating down something fierce on that Thursday afternoon as Mr. Bear settled into his tiny folding chair. It was June 13th, 2024, and honestly, he couldn’t have picked a better spot to camp. Homestake Pass, just outside of Butte, Montana… where the air smells like pine and possibility. Mr. Bear had camped…

I wiped the sweat from my brow as I stared up at the winding dirt path ahead. Homestake Pass has always been my go-to escape when life in Missoula got too… well, Missoula-like. (Not that I don’t love my town, but sometimes a person just needs fewer hipsters and more trees, ya know?) My mountain…

I open the door to River our trusty campervan as the early morning sun filters through the pines at our Pipestone campsite. Finally a day off with nothing but time. Been saving this ride all week. The sky’s that perfect Montana blue that practically demands an epic adventure. I unload my trusty old mountain bike…

Just spent another epic day out at Pipestone and man, I can’t get enough of this place! Started with crushing some trails on my e-mtb (only had to walk it ONCE when a tiny rock got stuck in my chainguard… cue me frantically troubleshooting what sounded like a dying motor). Finished the ride with the…