We pulled in and found a spot we liked. Then we walked back to the office. We wanted d4. Upon entering the counter person asked if we had reservations. No, not really, because we always found the parking lot to be empty. Well, not this weekend, it’s booked up solid. They only had a space…

We got out earlier than ever. Get off work and jump in the van. We are out of here. 6 hours later we make it 60 miles and look for a camping spot. “look, the moon is out” Not so fast. With some roads closed in the park, there are only a couple ways to…

This week I have been to two places on Orca (adventure bike). The Beatiee Gulch Climb and the Eagle Creek Climb. I still haven’t nailed the Eagle Creek Climb. I want to do one lap, from river to top and back down. Then another on the enduro bike to see which one is fastest or…

I was just looking for that quick ride. A gravel grinder would do the trick. I knew the perfect ticket. The Old Yellowstone Trail. And off I went. I felt so good cruising the gravel that when presented with the option to turn up Beatie Gulch Road, I took it on. Besides, I needed to…

When we met. Our second and significant Meetup was a bike-pack. It is where we fell in love. Since then we have pedaled past many an alpine lake. And I am sure there will be many more. Thank you for the many travels and here is looking ahead down the singletrack into the future. May…

Another peaceful day on the bike. A grave grinder. Until it turns to double track. Okay, an easy mountain bike ride then. Until, it turns into a climb. And that climb turns out to have decent traction. So you keep trying and hoping to spin out so you can walk. Then you grunt so badly…

We were chilling at a lip of a massive downhill with plans to make some chili for supper later. I brought up a bumper sticker I saw when we crossed the road for our ride. I was attempting to explain what it meant. Basically, if you don’t have the stuff, you can walk. The exact…

This weekend is all about rest and recovery. Recover from what? Dunno, maybe a hectic work week. I had no feelings of the urge to ride a bike. So we put on some coffee to start the day. After the morning chill wore off, it seemed only appropriate to go for a ride. An easy…

I have meditated, but then the voice of the guided person fades away and my respiratory rate slows. I am asleep? Nope, I’m dreaming about where my heart is. I am dreaming about a place that I reset. I’m dreaming about a place that if I do not go, I cannot continue. I wonder what…

As we look out the window, the question arises. What should we do today? Usually it is a given we go mountain biking. But the wildland smoke is so thick. “We need a place with lots of trees”“And a gentle climb,” “Chestnut?… Oh, I know. Goose Down”