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  • Buck Ridge Incident

    Buck Ridge Incident

    Introduction

    “I didn’t come here to fight” ~Pale Rider

    Hello I am guest blogging here at the Web Lodge. Let me begin by defining us and then lead into our story. We are Bill Martin and Mo Mislivets; we are adventurers who visit and travel extensively on National Forest lands. We are primarily non-motorized users choosing to hike, bicycle, or ski when we travel. And as adventurers we enjoy putting together long treks into areas, often involving Forest Service cabin rentals and multi-day travel between cabins as well as desiring to access some of the more remote places on our NF lands. We always obey trail usage signs and postings and we are informed, responsible forest users. We are adventure seekers, desiring to travel far into remote places. Our desire is not about the mode of travel or the destination, but to adventure into areas to enjoying our NF Lands and this vast, amazing country. We always obey rules and laws to their fullest, so if no bicycles are allowed we choose to hike, walk, ski, snowshoe, etc. It’s not the mode of travel that defines us, it’s the adventure and the beauty and solace of nature that drives us.

    Pre-Trip Planning

    “You … YOU” ~Pale Rider

    In January of 2014 we decided to plan an adventure nearby our home, Bozeman MT. Bill investigated some cabin rentals still available for the upcoming holiday weekend (MLK Day) and sent me a few options. One cabin stood out, both being very close to Bozeman and in a seemingly remote and beautiful area, the Yule Mule Cabin located on Buck Ridge and with a close proximity to the Lee Metcalf Wilderness Area of the Gallatin National Forest (GNF). It sounded remote and awe-inspiring and having recently moved to the Bozeman area we wanted to explore more of the area.  Also to design a winter recreation adventure close-by. As responsible forest users and low-impact travelers, our first decision is always about access and how an area is managed. We have extensive maps of all the forest we visit and we regularly visit the Recreation.Gov site to rent cabins.

    So we booked the Cabin online. Also at that time we were deciding if we would ski or fat bike (a mountain bike 4-5 inch wide tires for floatation on snow or sand) into the cabin. Recent lack of snow at that time in the Bozeman area and surrounding mountains was tending our travel plans towards the fat bike activity. Also the mentioned use of snow-machines in this area would create a firm surface that would enable us the ability to pedal (yes, non motorized we pedal, and yes these are just bicycles) the fat bike. If this surface was not firm enough, or if there was too much snow, we would sink and be unable to travel efficiently. We recognized that the cabin rental site mentioned that the area is popular with snowmobiles and that many activities were recommended at the Cabin including snowshoeing, skiing, and mountain biking. We both have recreated before on non-motorized equipment on snowmobile trails, including using fat-bicycles, skis, and snowshoes, and we enjoy these routes because they often go for longer distances than the ski trails and allow us greater access to National Forest Lands in the wintertime. We consulted the Over-Snow Vehicle Use Map (2013) that listed the roads we were planning to use as groomed snowmobile routes (orange lines on the map). This map only stated that other “motorized vehicles” were not allowed on these routes, and that they are not necessarily “groomed” regularly.

    On or around Jan 16th, I telephoned (406-522-2520) the GNF offices to receive the lock combination for the Yellow Mule Cabin. Additionally I inquired if the route we were planning to travel (FS Rd 2599, and the Buck Creek Ridge Road #10) was a regularly groomed snowmobile trail. The FS employee on the phone said “no, not really” and that snowmobiles travel this route regularly. My inquiring regarding the grooming on the route, at that time, was not for access or permission but to determine the firmness of the trail and if we would be able to travel on the surface if we chose to use the bicycles. According to the maps and the recreation.gov website this area was open to many types of travel including snowmobiles, we had no reason to believe that if snow-machines, snowshoers, skiers, hunters, hikers, dog-sleds, could use this trail as well as mountain bikers (AGAIN Note, a fat bike is a mountain bike with larger tires for floatation), then certainly we can use our fat bikes (HELLOa mountain bike with bigger tires) in the wintertime to this cabin. Additionally all the regulations on the Gallatin National Forest winter use map indicate that this trail is motorized, again no reason to believe a bicycle would not be allowed on a public access trail within our National Forest.

    See the Over-Snow Vehicle Use Map (2013) for definitions of “Groomed Route” and “Over-Snow Vehicles”, which will show an emphasis on “Motorized”. Not only does this map indicate that groomed routes are not “regularly” groomed it also defines an over-snow vehicle as a motor vehicle. Certainly a bicycle would be allowed since the route limitations are in relation only to motorized travel. And according to the definitions on this Over-Snow Vehicle Use map a bicycle would then be allowed on all groomed surfaces, since an over-snow vehicle is motorized and a fat bike is NOT motorized.

    We decided on taking both our skis and the bicycles (two types of Non-Motorized travel) to the trailhead and to decide our mode of transportation into the cabin based on snow conditions on the day of travel, Saturday, January 18th, 2014. If the road was too soft, then we would ski, if snowmobile travel was extensive enough in the area and the road was “set-up” and firm then we would use the bicycles. Also use of the bicycle if conditions were good would be a more efficient type of travel for the distance and would allow us some more time to enjoy and explore this area, as we also would be bringing snowshoes and desired to travel around the cabin and enjoy the sites on top of Buck Ridge, it sounded amazing to us.

    The Trip, Saturday, January 18, 2014

    “I didn’t come here to fight” ~Pale Rider

    We arrived at the trailhead for Forest Service Road 2599 and parked in the lot across Hwy 191.  We surveyed the area and conditions and decided on the bicycles. It was a beautiful day, sunny and relatively warm but still around freezing and the road was very firm and solid with lots of snowmobile tracks. We started off on the bicycles making sure we were at the correct trailhead and we read all the sign postings on the gate and on the route to the cabin.  Upon reading the trailhead signs we discovered that this area is actually designated as ‘non-motorized’ in the winter time.  And as  non-motorized users of the trail systems there should have been no issue of our use on this trail, and in fact, we were actually the emphasized users, as we are the least impact type of users for the management of this area.

    It appeared also as though signage at the trailhead was giving a “Special” Exemption to snowmobiles, so as we biked up the road and viewed all the FS postings we realized that our extremely low impact mode of travel (fat biking) is completely Acceptable and was actually the “preferred” management in this area.

    We headed up the road which actually crossed private land for about 4 miles until we officially entered Forest Service Land. The road through private land was clearly marked and indicated that FS users must stay on the road.

    Interestingly on this section of the road we saw many instances where snowmobiles (over-snow MOTOR vehicles) had violated this right-of-way by traveling off the road into any available open meadow or short-cut off the road into private land, violating the ‘stay on public road signage and management of the area. I Only mention this because, we as responsible Forest Users actually stayed on the road the entire way and would never even think of violating the signs and entering private property, as this was a privilege to pass on this road through private land. However, other Motorized users in this area had actually violated these sign postings and traveled onto the Private Land area with their snowmobiles, as evident by their snowmobile tracks into the private land area.

    We traveled on our bicycles up the road, Non-Motorized, quiet, enjoying the natural surroundings, and the blue-bird day. The road surface was compacted by extensive snowmobile travel we were having a pleasant, very enjoyable ride. And we were actually very thankful for all the snow-machine traffic as it had compacted the road surface and allowed for our floatation with the wide tires on the bikes.

    The road surface was very good and great for travel for the fat bicycles, it was wide and very compacted by extensive snowmobile user travel. Traveling up to the ridge, we probably waved and saw about 50 – 70 snow-machines on that day heading down the road, everyone was friendly and most people waved backed. We stayed to the right as we traveled up this road and eventually the road “broke-out” into what would be called the beginning of Buck Creek Ridge, this occurred about 6 miles into our trek after FS road 2599 seemed to end. This was an extremely wide ridge that would exist as an ‘open thoroughfare’ for the remainder of our travel (~ another 8 miles) to the Yellow Mule Cabin.

    Please note that any open snow surface on this ridge was traveled/self-groomed by snow-machine use. Although there was a marked route with orange diamonds on wooden posts, the entire ridge was the route, dominated by cross-country travel and therefore self-grooming by the extensive amount of snow-machine travel. Amazingly, the entire ridge was a snow route, where, if there was any open area, the snow-machines went cross-country, the ridge was so wide in places it was both awe inspiring. It was also amazing to see so much cross-country travel and compaction on the ridge it was incredible. I had just never experienced anything like this Ridge.

    Travel by fat bicycle was possible across most of this wide ridge, where snowmobiles had already cross-country traveled, both on and off what might be considered the “official” groomed route. That is there is so much cross-country travel on this ridge, evidence of where an official “groomed route” begins or ends is essentially non-existent. The snow-machines are self-groomers in that if there isn’t a tree in the way the area is cross-country traveled and self-groomed by snowmobile traffic. ALL open areas of this ridge and in particular on top of the ridge are self-groomed by snow-machine traffic, the “official” route is essentially indiscernible. As a fat-tired cyclist we depend upon the snow-machines for compaction, even though we only need a trail 12 – 16 inches wide, we were thankful for the compaction on the Ridge, we were very amazed at the amount of cross-country snowmobile travel, but thankful that the snow-machines were on this ridge providing compaction, as you can see it was a beautiful day to be on top of Buck Creek Ridge.

    Forest Ranger Meetup

    “I was just riding. Thought I would take a look around.” ~Pale Rider

    About 7.5 miles into our ride, after we broke out onto the ridge I saw my partner, Bill Martin talking to two individuals on snow-machines.  As I was down-slope from Bill traveling a bit slower than he was, it took a little while for me to reach him and to learn that they were Forest Service Officials.  I only saw that he was chatting with some folks on snow-machines and when I arrived to greet them the Forest Service Official took off with barely a hello, they didn’t stay to chat to me, so I received on account and of the conversation from Bill.

    At 7.5 miles into our journey I was waiting for my partner Mo at the top of a steeper section that I had just climbed. Two individuals approached me from the Southwest on snowmobiles. They did not introduce themselves as park officials but I could tell they were by the uniforms they were wearing. At first one of the individuals was extremely interested in my bicycle. he seemed genuinely excited to see a fat bicycle. As I was showing him some of the details and why my bicycle was designed for winter travel when the second person cut in. ‘You know you are not supposed to be here’, is what he said exactly. From that moment on I do not remember the exact words only what I understood. It was extremely hard for me to believe that I was not supposed to be biking on this trail.

    The first person stated that he felt uncomfortable about the entire situation but the second one was extremely adamant that we did not belong on the trail. I was told fat bicycles were illegal on all snowmobile trails. When I asked how widespread this rule was I was told two different things. One said it was statewide and one told me country, as in USA, wide.

    It was clear to me that I was illegal and that they could issue me a ticket on the spot. But I did not know why. In fact what I was told never at any moment made any sense to me. I understood that there was a “special” order put out to prohibit bicycle use on snowmobile trails. I stood there dumbfounded while they tried to explain. Finally what they told me defined the rest of the weekend. From what I understood I could get a ticket but I was not. They were not going to ticket me and just the fact alone that I knew I was illegal was enough for them. I was told that I was not going to get ticketed in fact the first person said he would never enforce this order.

    As my partner approached they left. She pushed her bike up to my position I tried to describe the situation.

    “We are illegal and we can get fined $350 dollars if we don’t leave”, I blurted out.

    The information received from the FS Officials and relayed to me from Bill was extremely confusing.  There was some rule regarding snow travel by wheeled vehicles and this rule applied to the entire state or nation?  I knew this to be false immediately since National Forests are organized by regions not state, and that any number of other forests such as the Bitterroot NF , Lolo NF, as well as the Beaverhead NF we can ride bicycles on roads and snowmobile trails and in the winter time, in fact we had both skied and rode our fat-bicycles on these trails as they are open to other non-motorized users.  None of the information relayed to me made any sense, and it sounded like the Forest Service Officials were confused themselves about their own rules.  Plus we are traveling in a non-motorized area with an Exception given to the snow-machines, we should be the preferred and emphasized user, how could we not be allowed in a “non-motorized” managed area that only appears to give an exception to snow-machines in the winter time? The information was so confusing that I thought maybe they thought we were motorized but Bill insisted they knew we were on fat bicycles. Also the use of the term ‘wheeled vehicle’ was very confusing since we are non-motorized, and it seemed this pertained to other motorized vehicles that were not snowmobiles.

    Amongst all confusion the fact remained that we were well over half-way to the cabin, it was getting dark, and the option to turn around seemed more challenging than just getting to the rented cabin where we would have food, warmth, shelter, plus, our trip was planned, our destination set.  Additionally the information from the rangers was too confusing to comprehend, plus nothing was marked “no-bicycles” on any travel signs or at the trailhead.  In fact we were the preferred users in a non-motorized managed area with an exception given to snow-machines for a certain amount of time in the winter  (December through April), and in the summertime the area becomes motorized with other non-motorized travelers having equal if not “Emphasized” access to this area.  Because nothing made sense, and this place was amazing, and our trip was planned, I said to Bill, we have to get to the cabin, its getting dark, we need water, warmth and food soon.

    The rest of the trail was highly compacted and incredibly wide due to cross-country travel by snow-machines, we arrived at the cabin just after dusk

    The Hunted

    “Get off our mountain TIN PANS” ~Pale Rider

    The next day was also sunny and nice, we had a decent rest in the cabin and decided to go back to Buck Ridge with the bicycles to explore the remainder of the snow-machine route/ridge and we wanted to see the ridge in the daylight, since we arrived by our lights at dusk. We had also brought snowshoes for travel but the surface was so good for bicycle travel that we decided to bicycle on the ridge, take pictures of the awe-inspiring peaks (including amazing views of the Sphinx and Lone Peak), and bicycle to the end of the designate route/ridge.

    Interestingly enough as we approached the end of the ridge trail we saw more evidence of illegal snowmobile travel into the wilderness area adjacent to Buck Ridge. The official Buck Creek Ridge Trail Ends as indicated by the posted sign (orange diamond with vertical black line signifying the end of the trail) and the sign indicates this area is closed to prevent damage to vegetation that NO motor vehicles including snowmobiles (the last icon with a red line through it on the sign) are allowed past this point. However, anyone can clearly see the extensive traffic into the closed area, going right past the sign and into the adjacent wilderness area. This trail was compact enough to walk on without sinking. Additionally while we stood at this sign marveling at the illegal activity, just two ridges over were four snowmobiles high-marking to the saddle high on the ridge and clearly in the wilderness (Lee Metcalf) section of this area. We were appalled and aghast again by the violations being committed by snowmobiles in this area. We only mention this because as responsible forest users it was disturbing to us that so many ‘motor vehicle’ violations were occurring in this beautiful area. We support the use of snow-machines in this area as fat-tire cyclist we depend on compaction but we DO NOT support entry into wilderness or other illegal travel that was clearly being violated and clearly marked with FS sign postings on Buck Creek Ridge.

    Traveling back to the cabin after enjoying the sights by bicycle on the ridge I saw ahead that Bill was again talking to some folks on snow-machines, I was behind him and it took me a few minutes to catch up to them. Once I arrived I saw that he was speaking with a Forest Service Law Enforcement Official and a fellow from Fish and Wildlife. Together we had a confusing interaction with this Forest Service Official. She said she came up here and actually went to the Yellow Mule Cabin looking specifically for us, as we were apparently ‘Warned’ to leave the area the day before (please note no one, I repeat no one ever talked to me or warned me while I was on Buck Ridge with a bicycle). She asked us where we went and said that she had to give us a ticket because we did not ‘obey’ the Forest Service officials the day before, i.e. we did not leave our National Forest Public Lands. We tried to have a rational conversation, and said that we are non-motorized and that we had rented the cabin and that nothing indicates we cannot ride fat-bicycles or use any other form of non-motorized travel in this area, including the Over-snow vehicle map of this area which only prevent other Motorized vehicles from being on this trail, and allows, skiers, snowshoers, dog-sleds, any other non-motorized form of travel appears to be allowed.

    We were told by this FS Official (P. Leddy) about some sort of “Special Order” that indicates no wheeled-vehicle use on groomed snowmobile routes, and that a special order eliminates wheeled-vehicle use from this area. Again this was very confusing information since the maps for over-snow vehicle use indicates we are allowed on this trail and the fact that this is a non-motorized area in the winter-time almost demands that we are the Emphasized, and preferred users. Also, on our entire 14 mile journey there was never any posting regarding the use of bicycles in this area, in fact the only signs only referred to what ‘motorized’ uses were allowed on this ridge, as well as the the sign indicating this area is “non-motorized” in the winter with a single exception being given to snow-machines. I stood there and mentioned all this information without any response from the FS official. During this interaction I also mentioned the fact that there really is no ‘groomed’ trail up here as the entire Ridge is cross-country traveled by snow-machines, I wanted this FS official to point out this “groomed trail” we were getting a ticket for bicycling on because as far as the eye could see and where there were no trees there was a trail, created by extensive snowmobile use over time. Again no response except a comment that if we were 10 feet from where we were we wouldn’t have received the ticket.

    “You made a big mistake TIN PAN, you know that” ~Pale Rider

    On January 19th, 2014 Bill Martin was issued a Violation Notice for “bicycle on groomed snowmobile trail”. Also disturbing during the issuing of this Violation Notice was the fact that the Forest Service Official said that she was ‘really’ issuing us a ticket because we were ‘warned’ the day before for being on this ridge.

    So the violation was issued because we were apparently told to “get off” the ridge by two other Forest Service Officials who spoke with Bill the day before giving him confusing information about the use of “wheeled vehicles” in a non-motorized area? Also disturbing was the fact that this Forest Service Official came out on this day, January 19th, 2014, to find us, and also informed us, that if we had stayed at the Yellow Mule cabin and not gone back up to Buck Ridge to enjoy the sights on the Ridge and the area, that she wouldn’t have issued us this Violation. What? If we had sat in the cabin and not explored the area we wouldn’t have been ticketed? Again nothing made sense from any FS official on this entire weekend. Essentially, we were discriminated against, hunted down by Forest Service Officials, and ticketing for not “obeying” some sort of “warning” regarding our use of a “non-motorized” vehicle (a bicycle) in an area that is in fact non-motorized and which allows a single exemption to snowmobiles in the wintertime. We were truly miffed, and disturbed by all the events on Buck Ridge.

    What Now

    “I ain’t no brave man, but I ain’t no coward neither” ~Pale Rider

    We rode back to the cabin stunned. And then decided to return to Buck Ridge with snow shoes. Looking for a fight? Maybe? It would be nice to try and get a little clarification on what just happened. In the middle of these swirling thoughts we had a pretty good snow shoe.

    Outta Here

    “So what did you really come up here for” ~Pale Rider

    On Monday, January 20th, we packed up and left the cabin on our bicycles, we headed down Buck Ridge, back the same way we came, on the self-groomed surface of the ridge. It only took us about 4 hours to pedal/coast down the ridge, the conditions were great, but our experience was ruined by the events on the previous day. A few thoughts and feelings were going through my mind, one was enforceability, how could this violation even be enforceable, another was anger, since this was a ‘non-motorized’ area with an exception given to snow-machines in the winter, how could our non-motorized use be in Violation of anything? And this area allows mountain bikers as well as ATV and motorcycles in the summer time, so in the summer-time it actually becomes motorized (please remember, a fat bike is NOT Motorized).

    We rode out in silence, marveling at this area, for both it’s beauty, it’s mismanagement, and the sunken feeling it now gave to our hearts. Such a wonderful place, tracked by so much cross-country snowmobile travel it was disheartening, physically we were on top of this amazing ridge, emotionally we had plummeted with confusion and sadness.

    “At least someone will leave Carbon County a few dollars richer” ~Pale Rider

    ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY

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  • Quick and dirty

    Quick and dirty

    Road to Fairy Lake
    Road to Fairy Lake

    Quick and dirty. It is a term I made up on evening after work when the world seemed impossible and I felt like a fat lazy turd. I got trapped inside and online, the inter webs, looking to connect. But all I find is garbage and soul sucking comments. I forced myself to get out for a small hike. It was not a big adventure. In fact it lasted 30 minutes. But it served a purpose. I felt better and most of all I got outside. The “quick and dirty”. Today was one such trip, a quick and dirty to Fairy Lake.

    Fairy Lake
    Fairy Lake

    I reached my destination and already I felt detoxified. So much poison staying indoors I feel. The serenity and beauty of this place alone is like taking a big ol detoxification pill. I turned around to bolt down the hill. It would be dark soon and a storm was approaching.

    Weeeeeee
    Weeeeeee

    There are many poisonous things that trap you inside. The one I hate most is social media. I know, I am the biggest culprit for sharing. And sharing my opinion. I wonder if I upset others with what I say. In any case; getting away from a family member that spews hateful right-wing political bullshit is poison control number #1. As I stopped face to face with a snow man I figured that I was in a place that really mattered … not on Facebook. Those people really have lost all connection. I quickly twittered a photo … my bad!

    Fall colors
    Fall colors

    An emerging storm chased me down the hill and I let out a big joyful howl. I was truly happy now. I was reading nature and it was posting that it needed to dump some snow on un-attentive adventurers. For me this kind of thing made me feel alive.

    Sun setting on the Bridgers
    Sun setting on the Bridgers

    As I approached the car I looked back and my friends. the clouds, the mountains, the trees, all of it. I made a new promise to never return to the online and indoor world. But I knew once home the poison would be everywhere. And then I will have to return to the woods. for a quick and dirty.

  • Norris Fondo

    Norris Fondo

    Tobacco Roots
    Tobacco Roots

    Just getting out of the house is all it takes sometimes. When you are sitting there and procrastinating it seems like nothing is do-able. For once just try to go outside.

    Tobacco Roots
    Tobacco Roots

    One weekend, near the end, we baited ourselves with a visit to Norris hot springs. And that started the ball rolling. Next thing we know we are on the East side of the Tobacco Roots biking down a dirt road.

    Later as we soaked and the sun left the sky we were thankful that once again we talked each other into going outside.

  • Another world

    Another world

    Build colors
    Build colors

    Fresh off a morning of biking a single-track loop around Jardine and a smoking downhill into the town of Gardner I sat in the passenger seat of my partner’s Focus wagon. I leaned my head against the window.  Sight seeing in a car is just not my cup of tea.

    Blue
    Blue

    But then again we were driving into Yellowstone Park. And if all things turned out right I could get a few cool images. Dreams of grand mountain bike adventures faded when we pulled into Upper Terrace Drive. I started to see color and geological formations that were simply beautiful.

    Hot pool
    Hot pool

    But then we ran into the reality that this area is as busy as a port-a-potty at a mountain bike race. We decided to move on.  And then we spotted a grizzly and her cub. Suddenly a mob of people swarmed by our car and the natural sight disappeared into the abyss of human ass. We stayed only to see who won the bet on which ass would get eaten first.

    Edge
    Edge

    Then evening came and all the little sight-seers started leaving. After all they had to get out of the park to hit up the nearest McDonalds. Delighted, I had  the Norris thermal area all to myself. Also I was able to snap off a couple of cool photos before darkness enveloped us.

    Lone death
    Lone death

    It is amazing how this wonderful land becomes smothered every single day by the curious dreamers who have imprinted in their mind the wonderful stories of Yellowstone Park. I usually do not partake in this type of thing. I mean all I have to do is go out my back door for adventure.

    Color beach
    Color beach

    With the hordes gone I was able, for the first time, to see what the fuss is all about. But only because all the humans were gone.  With people crawling all over it is hard to see nature.

    Spew
    Spew

    We left this wonderful land satisfied that the adventure by car into Yellowstone park (Brought to you by Toyota) was worth it.

  • Fish out of water

    Fish out of water

    Tree of many colors
    Tree of many colors

    The yearly trip to Billings Montana was going well but one thing was bugging me. I wanted to ride my bike. Last year we rode the “big ditch” which if you own a fatty is a blast. This year there was too much snow.

    So why not take the fatties down the alley to City Brew to have a coffee and get online?  It was horrible. First off I believe we had the only bikes in Billings. Cars travel down the streets at around 150 miles an hour and have no clue what to do when they see, god forbid, a bike on the street.  Many slam on their brakes and freeze. As if a wounded deer we needed them to wait until it could limp off the road.

    The coffee shop stop was no better. We had to dig the lonely bike racks out of a snow bank. As if discarded as a weird metal contraption in the corner.  Inside I ordered a triple shot. You know to make sure I got good flavor.  It tasted like skank dish water.

    Fish out of water. I IS nice to be back in Bozeman.

  • Jardine

    Jardine

    Crossing
    Crossing

    Bill Time! These days it is cold enough that I just stay in bed. But during warmer months I sneak out for some alone time. Today I was on Gonzo my Salsa mountain bike. I lifted it onto a log and crossed the raging creek. I was now on the other side and I was hoping the trail was going to pan out.

    Bear
    Bear

    It was going well. The trail all rideable but sometimes rocky. On one such dismount to scramble over a muddy section I spotted some tracks. Gulp. I sure hope this trail pans out.

    Ghost
    Ghost

    And it did. Pan out that is. No bear encounters, only beautiful meadows and sweet single track. I rolled through Jardine and crossed the bridge in town. I was now back on the side we camped on and I was hoping the climb would pan out.

    Rest
    Rest

    And it did. The climb anyway. The grass is greener and the trails just as fun. On the other side. Both has its scary moments. But it all pans out.

  • Shafthouse

    Shafthouse

    Peaks above Frazier Lake on the Shafthouse Loop
    Peaks above Frazier Lake on the Shafthouse Loop

    Shafthouse is a loop that Bozeminites do on the east side of the Bridger Range. This past weekend I tried out my new skis. And now my mind thinks back to the ride we did Set 22nd. Now I can not wait to try this area with my new fatties (skis).

    Ainger Lake
    Ainger Lake

    Usually one leaves the traditional parking area at the end of Seitz Road. Then does the loop clockwise. The hardest part is turning left on the correct logging road to ride over to the Fairy Lake Road. But now I am wondering if I can not just ski directly up the part that we bombed down. So much terrain in there.

    Switchback on the Shafthouse Loop
    Switchback on the Shafthouse Loop

    When we rode it my partner was totally freezing to death and as I waited up for her on one of many fabulous switchbacks I wondered if the area wouldn’t be kick ass slider terrain.

    Moose
    Moose

    I suppose that a moose encounter is what cleared my brain until now. When a moose charges you it somehow clears your mind. But as the snow flies outside I am totally remembering the slopes. And now comes the time to try it out.

  • Regulations of the weed

    Regulations of the weed

    Arch Falls
    Arch Falls

    The creature was going against all rules and regulations of the weed, the convenient of truths to follow. The weed was something that was never tested. And it was for good reason. For centuries no human has ever seen a lurk. But this afternoon Jo crossed the line. Rule 6 … never leave the underground before sunset. He felt he had to. But now laying there and solidifying into a rock, last breaths of life expelling out of his lungs, he realized that his decision was fatal. Never test the weed.

    Arch Falls
    Arch Falls

    As the shutter opened for a long exposure I laid back into the moss to relax. I had busted up here for an evening shot of the falls and now just needed to let the camera do the work. A long 3 minute exposure should work. To capture things that was now too hard to see. It was getting dark fast. Everything was in focus. Except for one item. A rock it seems. Seeming to move, just a little. And the photos would show a smudge, a rock maybe toppling down the falls.

  • Asking questions

    Asking questions

    Apex Falls
    Apex Falls

    I enjoy my life. I am pretty vocal about it on my blog, tweets, and FaceCrack posts. But that is where I draw the line. Otherwise I don’t push my personal policies and habits upon others. At least from my perspective. This was on my mind as I stopped to cross a creek. Before crossing I paused for photos and to wait up for my partner. Some things I do are appealing and others come along for the ride quite often. Some even call me their friend. Amazing isn’t it?

    Fall colors in Hyalite Creek
    Fall colors in Hyalite Creek

    I found myself gazing into the creek and appreciating the colorful leaves floating downstream. My mind drifts too. And then there are these people. I am not saying dishonest. I also don’t want to speculate too much. But it seems that some things I do offends them or intrigues them. Take my diet. It is as far away from what you consider traditional as possible. And I am not doing it to be weird or different. I am doing it because I feel satisfied with what I learn to be healthy. So then out of nowhere some people start to question me and before long I always find myself in a all out interrogation.

    Crossing the creek
    Crossing the creek

    My partner arrives and starts to cross the creek. I look up and she immediately sees my anguish. I explain that I was thinking of some conversations I have had with friends recently. Not knowing what to do to help she jumps bak on her bike and pedals off. I follow. It is so nice she does not question everything and just lets me be me.

    Backyard biking
    Backyard biking

    As the trail winds higher and higher the views increasingly pull my attention away from my troublesome thoughts. The earth has never judged. Just imposed its massive truth. And the truth is that it is beautiful. And I start to realize that the very humans I am wondering about do the same thing to our planet. Question it. Label it. Demand explanation.

    Hyalite Lake
    Hyalite Lake

    We finally reach our destination and the ride has done therapeutic things to me. I am no longer sad that I feel like a outcast sometimes. Like a alien being dissected. My partner and I take a moment to gaze around and take in the familiar beauty that we just spent the afternoon biking to.

    Hyalite Peak
    Hyalite Peak

    But it is obvious to me that the planet I inhabit needs no explanation, at least to me. It is just beautiful. No questions asked. I wish I was beautiful too.

  • Pizza

    Pizza

    Apex FallsThat’s the great thing about pizza. You can pick off the things you don’t like. So why isn’t life-like that? Or is it? Like could you go skiing and pick off the cold element?  You can’t. Tomorrow’s forecasted high temperature at Lolo Pass is 8 below zero. So maybe skiing … NOT.  No, I would rather sit here indoors and look at times gone by. Beautiful waterfall photos.

  • Endure

    Apex Falls
    Apex Falls

    It is now -14 degrees outside. Everything is frozen. Everything but my wish to go into it and endure. Looking through my frosted sliding glass door to my snow-covered deck I can appreciate frozen. Even things that move can be froze. Like a waterfall. Open the shutter long enough and you can freeze time, a specific chunk of time. And my waterfall photos show the beauty that I see. That things frozen pull me in. Pull me in to go out. And endure.

  • Fat Bike 4 Sale

    This past weekend at Twin lakes
    This past weekend at Twin lakes

    UPDATE: Sold!

    I must sell my fat bike.  That way I can buy a new one. Until then … I am holding the Web Lodge hostage. No posts until I unload “Larry”. I am considering on just giving my bike away to a friend. Hi Rob. But it would be great to sell the bike first. But no worries.

    http://bozeman.craigslist.org/bik/4210864401.html for details …o/o

    Riding the dirt around Bozeman Montana
    Riding the dirt around Bozeman Montana

    Summer fun on a fatty
    Summer fun on a fatty

    Reason for the season
    Reason for the season

    How many fat bikes can say they helped win a cyclocross award?
    How many fat bikes can say they helped win a cyclocross award?

    Larry poses on the Hyalite Trail
    Larry poses on the Hyalite Trail

    "Larry", my snow bike is for sale
    “Larry”, my snow bike is for sale

  • Compromise

    Champain Falls
    Champain Falls

    Mountain biking just up the street here can mean a few things. Either an after work rumble on Middle Cottonwood or a weekend bust up Hyalite Lake. Today was Hyalite Lake. And I am not talking about Hyalite Reservoir. I am talking about the tiny lake just under Hyalite Peak.  The mountain bike ride is about 12 miles up and 12 miles back and the most prevalent items are the waterfalls.

    Adventure by Smile
    Adventure by Smile

    The usual pace when riding with my partner is that I just go at my pace and bust up the trail first. Much like a dog. And much like a dog I wait at places for her. She is like taking me out for a spin. Good thing there is no leash laws.

    Check out my new shoes.
    Check out my new shoes.

    When she comes into view I flash her a smile and we take in our surroundings. This is how thing usually go. Sometimes conversation breaks out and we stop for a moment to reflect. I mean it is a beautiful place to ponder some of life’s greatest questions.

    Shower Falls
    Shower Falls

    “So I think I will get those Voile Chargers and a Dynafit setup this winter”, I announced while sitting at the base of Shower Falls. She just smiled and looked up at the silken streams of water falling from the cliff.

    Crossing
    Crossing

    Just down from the falls we waited at a bridge for some horseman to cross.

    “You know … I am getting a Fatty … a snow bike”, she said confidently.

    Apex Falls
    Apex Falls

    We leaned our bikes against a tree and climbed to Apex Falls mostly in silence. There was the usual, “Wow” and “Just beautiful”. And I thought to myself how weird that I am buying “slider gear” and she is getting a bike. I think I just figured out an important aspect of relationships … compromise.

  • Worth it

    Silken Skein FallsMy partner and I climbed up to Silken Skein Falls. And it was not my doing. We were riding our mountain bikes up to Hyalite Lake and I wished to stay focused on the task at hand. My partner on the other hand wanted to explore this tiny trail to a hidden waterfall. I went along only because I would of been abandon on the trail.  It took some time to find not to mention lots of climbing. I am unsure if this was a good way to spend our time. We should get back on the bikes. Soon I am captivated by the sun shining through the falling water. Such a simple visual treat. And the way the water lay silken over the mossy rocks.  Maybe the trip up to these falls was worth it after all.

  • Twin Lakes fat bike day 3

    Twin Lakes fat bike day 3

    Good Bye Old Friend

    On day 3 we packed up and left Twin Lakes in a raging blizzard. A real epic story could of come out of the situation but it didn’t. We got wet, a little, and was initially scared, a little. But all in all we got down in record time and was eating burgers before the night fell.

    In the morning however I needed some “Bill Time” to say good bye to an old friend. My bike “Larry”. It was for sale so that I could obtain a carbon mistress.

    Larry has been a good ol fat bike but the time has come to update myself to something that has evolved. Lighter, better geometry, and more performance. Yes, I am going to call it “evolve”

    We all must evolve. But we must keep in mind that evolving takes the very things you leave behind to bring you through the journey of evolving. One can not get to the peak without the mountain itself being there.

    Goodbye Old friend. Thanks for the ride … “Larry”.

    Day 1 | Day 2

  • Twin Lakes fat bike day 2

    Twin Lakes fat bike day 2

    Expansive Possibilities

    I woke to a bright sunny day. I was sipping my morning coffee when I felt someone walk up behind me. It was my partner who just recently started waking up earlier which cuts into “Bill Time”.

    “What should we do today”?

    “Well, X marks the spot”, I motioned to the sky over Twin Lakes. She looked over and immediately noticed to what I was referring to. Then her eyes dropped to the lake and a grin spread across her face.

    “Let’s go exploring”.

    “On the bikes”?

    “Yea, let’s go around the lake”.

    So that is what we did. And more. It pays to poke around the edges of a lake. Specially on fat bikes. Unless you have a water craft in the summer it is hard to access the shore the way a fat bike can. Sure you can snow shoe or ski. But really, that takes so much work. And it is slow and arduous. This way, on a fat bike, is a truly cool experience. And in the winter a water craft will get you didly-squat.

    And it was this “poking around” that lead to a ride up a tributary to the lake. Probably the coolest experience I have had. Darn I love fat bikes.

    Who would of though that you could ride up a creek that contributed to a lake? That kind of unexpected “find” sparks new optimism for explorations.

    “Let’s go down the road we came up … and find other places to explore, like that one turn off …”

    We returned to the cabin totally wiped and ready for some brats and possibly a porter or two. Which may I add only led to a night criterium around the camp ground on our fat bikes sporting booties and pajamas.

    Day 1 | Day 3

  • Twin Lakes fat bike day 1

    Twin Lakes fat bike day 1

    Going In

    Larry was the name of the fat bike I sold just after Thanksgiving. I sold it so I could purchase my new fat bike who’s name is Ruby. This adventure was it’s last. An adventure that my partner and I have done for three years now. The annual trip to Twin lakes to stay in the forest service cabin. The last two years have been … “interesting” with the extreme ski the first time and the big end to our fat bike respite last year. This year would be no different.

    So we packed our bikes not knowing what to expect ahead. Two years ago it was an all day ski where my partner succumb to a huge bonk and meltdown 5 miles from the cabin. That followed by us searching around in the dark for a cabin that we had never been to. Then last year we biked 50 some miles from Hogan Cabin to this one in a huge blizzard. So that was pretty tough as well. Would we encounter the huge snows of last year or would the trail be packed.

    Enter packed … and very rideable. In fact we got up the first road section in record time. And thank goodness too because we did the usual “late start”. My partner was on her first fat bike and it was it’s first adventure. It seemed they were hitting it off just fine. By the way her fat bike is named Abba.

    I stopped right where it started to climb, about 5 miles from the cabin. I just had to take in the glorious sun shine and wait for my partner. Even if we walked from here the day was a huge success. After three years we finally were rewarded with a “normal” style adventure. And the cabin, well it was right were we left it. All snuggled against the lake. As the sun left the horizon we sipped hot tea and relaxed in our favorite respite.

    Day 2 | Day 3

  • Trans Zion part 10

    Trans Zion part 10

    The End

    “That looks like a goldfish”, I shouted back to my partner in crime. She looked up and seemed mesmerized for a moment.

    The rest of our 2013 Trans Zion went down much like a movie. I mean we all know how it ends as one anticipates the final chapter. And just like a hollywood movie we all know how it may end. All we needed to do was hike to Angles Landing and then down to the valley floor. Since I have been to Angels landing I knew how this trip would end … or did I? As we hiked I looked up at the walls, or as in a theater the big screen.

    Obviously the big characters in this show were the rocks and all their colors. As expected the smaller characters were a big part of the show too. Even the fall colors piped in to add something to the end.

    The major drama for the show was all the damn downhill hiking. I found it difficult but managed. My partner on the other hand, carrying her weight on her back almost succumb to a ride down instead. She was absolutely thrashed after all of the final decent. And I might add … all on pavement from Angles Landing to the floor.

    The end was also a thriller. With all the massive drop offs I almost peed my pants. Once I gasped for air and fell backwards almost passing out. The massive gap in reality and space between me and the floor so far away and was just too much.

    The plot in the end had a couple twists as well. Which is cool.

    Just before the curtain dropped a crescendo of beauty made the entire show worth the effort. As the colors danced up the walls of the canyon we craned our necks to take it all in. A spectacular end to our day. To the show. And to the Journey.

    THE END