Category: Galleries
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Pocket Park Party
On a hillside far far away … 
There lived this hermit 
Come to the party his friends told him 
Where is it he asked 
Do you know where the Arch is? 
Of course I do 
Well then, go there, its called Arch Park, and there we will party -
Gardiner News
Elk are hanging out so be careful 
River is still flowing … so that is good 
We are all just hanging in there -
Hauser to Losekamp to Stockdale to Top
Today’s adventure is https://ridewithgps.com/trips/54073406 
It all started off with a ride down some sweet alpine trail to Hauser Lake 
From there we rode to LoseKamp Lake. 
Time for a snack. 
After a snack we headed to Stockdale Lake. 
The entire thing on sweet rough and raw singletrack. 
Suddenly Mo approached me and told me that I just rode past a Moose. 
Another snack break was in order after the long climb out of the Solar Lake drainage. 
With some stops for flower photos. 
I think I lost count of the Lakes. 
The signage wasn’t too too bad. 
Did I mention the views of Sawtooth? 
We needed to get fresh water at Stockdale Lake with our trusty steripen.
Another great adventure date with Snuggles. -
Bearthooth Morning
I woke up first but found out that the sun was already up. 
I made some coffee and sat in the sun. 
Buttons started to wake up as well. 
The valley reflected my sentiments. 
Wake up Snuggles, time for adventure. -
Bearthooths Day 1
Friday started with some breakfast. 
Then we drove to Cooke City to get some yummy from Lee and then took it to the plateau for a diner with a view. 
Then a after-dinner ride. 
The sun began to set so we went back to camp. 
Where we settled in for the evening show.
The show did not disappoint. 
Goodnight sun. 
Another perfect date night. -
Henderson Mountain
More at https://photos.app.goo.gl/NbvTXTi6a8uSdu7x6. Or see these photos in all their glory over at https://imgur.com/gallery/XBsBfKC. Not really anything to comment as the images themselves explain.
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Gardiner Walk
A walk.
A new place.
The only way in. It traps you. It might be worth it once you get there.
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For the youngsters
https://photos.app.goo.gl/NbvTXTi6a8uSdu7x6 Mixing a bit of fun into the brew always turns out splendidly, but oh, the irony! Striving for greatness can often suck the fun right out of it. It’s like trying to dance like nobody’s watching, but you’re at a party where everyone’s got their phones out..
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Photos and Videos
All our photos are tucked away in “Google Photos,” and yeah, this site’s built on WordPress. Now, you’d think it’d be a breeze to link the two, but nope! Of course not. So, if you want to scroll through snapshots from my awkward childhood years all the way to our latest escapades, click on a specific year or “Album” (as GP so kindly calls them) and you’re good to go.
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A Night Out On Mission Creek
The joy of fat biking … if one could find joy in winter
Right of way through private land
Snowplace
Mo riding on an easement
Fat bike pow
Amber waves of field
Ridge
Alien
Bruffey Lane
Looking into what we call the gateway to the wilderness
Ruby taking a rest
Here kitty kitty
Stonework
Mo riding with the perfect backdrop
Heading up from Bruffery Lane
Sneeky hanging out in the evening after the ride
Antenna
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Fat Bike Suce
In the winter the road turns to fat bike transfer
Fat bike singletrack at its finest
It’s snuggles approved
Ruby rests before testing out the downhill fun-a-bility
The sunset
He’ll be comming around the corner when he comes …o/o
The shred -
Developing the Urban Legend
Ruby, the consummate warrior of winter
Livingston Montana
The Livingston version of spooky woods -
Mo’s Walkabout
Some walks aren’t about the destination. They’re about the quiet spaces in between, the ones that beg you to pause, breathe, and notice the details we usually pass by.
This walk, like many before it, was more of a meander—a slow exploration through the familiar woods, now coated in winter’s soft embrace. Snow clung to the trees, like nature’s way of tucking them in for a long rest. The world felt still, but alive in that particular winter way. Every step crunched underfoot, a reminder that even in silence, there’s movement, there’s life.
It wasn’t about finding anything new, but rediscovering the beauty of what’s always been there. The weathered wood of an old fence, the way frost edges each branch, the familiar warmth of a favorite cup when you come back inside.
Sometimes, it’s the small moments that linger the longest.
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Boulder River Expedition
Armour Pond
by Maureen Mislivets
Storyboard
For this time of year pretty good snow.
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