I’m on my walk. Talking to ducks and chatting with the geese. Stopping to look at the Yellowstone River at times but keeping my pace high so I can get back to work. Clouds are rolling over the Absoroka Range. Today, I’m in Livingston. Yesterday was at a jump line in the sun two counties…

Mr. Bear and I sipped our coffees while the sun came up. And there it was. The sun. With its energy and warm comfort. That was all I needed and mounted my stead. Moki and I rode off into the sun. Around the corner and climb, climb. Another corner and town is disappearing. Trailhead found.…

Stop and breath and suck up the positive ions. Try and ground, try and ground. Then come back to reality.

Halfway between Livingston and Gardiner, there is a place. A place we escape. I have even been known to drive the extra 30 minutes for an after-work ride. Why do we like this place? It’s discrete and out of the way. But most of all it is often void of humans. Now I don’t mind…

Has anyone noticed flowers? With it NOT being spring in these parts the flowers are coming as a shock. Don’t we have like 3 more months of winter? So I set out on an expedition. To ride out to the bench to take some wind samples. The curlews are out so that is a good…

There’s something different about this town. There are no tourists. Yellowstone National Park is closed. It’s just the normal townspeople. And I will tell you that there are some real characters here. And all these empty condos are weird as well. So I am on my morning walk around town. I have seen nobody. I…

We’ve been up there before. Spinks Creek. It’s a trail. And a trailhead. Mostly we’ve been on our fat bikes and once even made it to the private land turn-around. It’s pretty fun but it’s rocky. And today we decided to take this on before heading to Gardiner. One day off is what it seems…

I took one last ride in Livingston before we packed the van and headed out. And then it happened. The typical phrase right? We stopped over for a night in Carabella. I was eager to finish the day’s workout since I set a mileage goal for the day. This is not when it happened. Wait…

I think one of the reasons I like trails so much is that it is a direct connection to Mother Earth. Her vibration and willingness to take from you all the pent up electricity from modern life. When everything is trying to damage you, she is there. I have traveled many a trail. Many a…

“Excuse me, when your my age you need all the help you can get”, as the older gent passed us and proceeded to climb the dirt road at around 20 mph. Mo giggled and then busted out in a laugh. I know that laugh. It is the same one that I heard when I licked…

Well … the exact opposite of weathering. More like observing the storm. From the comforts of #buttonsthevan. At this time I would like to express gratitude. For having jobs. For having shelter. And for the most beautiful thing of all … nature.

We arrived last night and at first, seemed good. I hot shower, etc. Right? Then this morning I go for a walk. It’s 31 and feels like 29 according to my app. Sure enough, I was realizing I forgot my gloves. Shit, I hate winter. “Grab some food we are packing the van“, I yelled…

Back in Livingston Montana resetting. Laundry, showers, and filling water tanks. The plan is to hit up Acton for another week or so for enduro training camp part 2. Which brings me to what is dominating my mind. How important is it to set a distance as a goal? With my passion, which is mountain…

The first time I saw it, I was afraid of it. I thought to myself that when I did encounter it that I would just go around. But after a couple of days here I suddenly realized that I was looking forward to it. Even more so then the path to get to it. I…

This place is out in the middle of nowhere. From our front door, it is 2 hours, over 100 miles away. From the big metropolis known as Livingston to bum fudge Egypt, as the saying goes. If it rains you stay thanks to peanut butter gumbo mud. Every day at 5 a huge storm hits…