At this morning’s breakfast meeting it was decided that since yesterday was nearly 30 miles of pretty technical terrain we would embark today on an “easy ride”. Pardon me … “easy loop”. Like a shorty 10 mile loop. Enter a nice trail up to the base of Crown Mountain and back down the adjoining drainage.…

The trail was bike-able but only 3 feet wide. On the right side was a sheer drop off, to the left a rock wall. To ride a mountain bike through a tight canyon is pretty intense in these conditions. All the reason to keep focused on the task at hand which was riding the dam…

She stopped there waiting for me to ride down a technical section of single-track which may I add seemed to just hang off a rocky cliff. She herself standing upon a hand-built rock bridge. I don’t even know if she realized it. The trail was, um, kind of dangerous. We decided to take turns riding…

And then we went into an unexpected canyon. My partner was already walking the bike. Compared to the entire loop the next mile would take us twice as long. Not because of technical terrain. And it was technical. It was because we had to wait for each other to absorb and take photos. Myself the…

My pupils were fully dilated and focusing because the trail was extremely technical. Then the trail got smoother and my grip on the handlebars loosened. Then tightened. I gasped and hit the brakes. Was I going blind? Suddenly I could not focus because of a bright red overlay to what my eyes were picking up.…

Living in Bozeman at work I only dream of the weekends. Romantically all I need is two things. My bike and a remote trail leading into a place I have not been.  It is my place on the weekends.

First pick two of the coolest people in town. They must be cyclists first. To also confirm they are cool make note of their announcement. If it is a website called thelastbestwedding.com then you are all set. You have enough evidence to get all dulled up for the event. It must be casual and you MUST…

The reservoir is now behind me. Much like bread, sugar, and all that yucky stuff. I look at it and it does not seem like food. I look at the dam in my rear view mirror and it just does not look like nature. Sure we built it and it has been there forever. But…

I was up at the crack of dawn. Today I was going to leave the front. But first I wanted to squeeze in one more ride. A quickie! But it was not quick. Just as I started passing weird paw prints in the mud my front tire flatted. Then I realized I had mis-calculated the…

It was already hot when we started out. After consulting the Forest Service maps we decided on the Norwegian Gulch Trail. The first section was around some cliffs. And the trail got so narrow I could not keep track of whether or not my partner was behind me. So I just went on faith everything…

“Tour de Front … daeee”. “Ha ha ha … yea, that is what we should call it for sure”. “Yea … What do you want for breakfast”?

I have trouble explaining things. Usually my attempts end with total frustration between myself and who I am talking to. Out on the trail the only thing I need to explain is why I get back so late. Instead I take photos, to share mostly, explaining my path. Signs are made for direction … I…

I got to Gibson Reservoir pretty late to meet with my partner and camp. After walking the campgrounds in the dark we settled upon a spot and sacked out for the night. The next day I awoke pretty tired due to nightmares about my travel schedule. When my partner woke up we decided that the…

My house is mad at me. When I try and go back home it growls and gets more angry. Every time I leave to travel away I am scared to come back. Once the dream home it now threatens to kill me. And then I have an idea. I would just run away. But the…

Surprises After a “near death nearly freezing and dying from lightening” day my sleep was pretty good. I awoke the next day with no expectations. The data pointed to my partner and I packing up and leaving the cabin to try to get a jump on the up and coming work week. Maybe I could…

Oh Hail After finally climbing to the top of a mountain peak, something that has eluded me for about two years, I felt a new lease on adventure. I caught the bug again so to speak. So the next morning I was more than bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I was outta there, Antone Cabin, and on…

The Arrival The original plan was foiled when my partner got a new job. Lucky for us though she started early enough to gain a couple of days off. So when she emerged from the forests of Glacier Nation Park I drug her out to do our much-anticipated bike pack trip of the summer. Except instead of…