Photo by Cass Gilbert Superior, Arizona—Splay out gear in sunshine, cliché nylon and wool pennant prayer flags outside the Copper Mountain Motel room. We chisel cake off the mudders, treat ourselves to huevos rancheros, Circle […]
Photo by Cass Gilbert Superior, Arizona—Splay out gear in sunshine, cliché nylon and wool pennant prayer flags outside the Copper Mountain Motel room. We chisel cake off the mudders, treat ourselves to huevos rancheros, Circle […]
Wake in even rain, between a pour and a drizzle, flint chill. Blink across to where Gary is sorting gear under his tarp, no motion from Cass’s poncho, then tracing the geometer’s lines where my […]
Sunrise ray gun into purple grey, fading chilly and windy through the tears in the sky. The tarp kept me dry even if the setup was unambiguously unsound, the 2-9 and Cass’s Krampus front wheels […]
We’d reached an intersection and the boys were paused. I dismounted to take a look. “Oh, man.” Gary asks if it’s a broken spoke and I say that it’s way worse. The thunk is familiar […]
Flatish rise top. Fire ring a size that can only be demonstrative, palo verdes cholla and scrub, sentinel saguaro not near enough for my admiring tastes, anyway. A clumsy tarp pitch rattles contrapuntally to Cass […]
Looking forward to pedaling in warmth with Cass and Gary.
Canted kick roads so we coast and strain, exhale and taut, pay no attention to stutter cassette clicketing and try to pay less than we do to our standing press. West, cozy to the Shenandoahs, […]
Ride pushed carrying, only half know precisely where we are, when we do, it rarely resolves how far it is from where we’re headed timed over terrain that makes distances meaningless. Being late for my […]
Mostly bikepacking is just riding, touring on dirt and tarmac as the route and ambition dictate, a chance to be indiscriminate about terrain and therefore metaphorically so about destination. A bedroll, shelter, inclement weather clothing, […]
Off the trail into Los Alamos, grocery store beeline that takes us through curiously called streets, Oppenheimer, Bikini Atoll, Eniwetok, reminded that Lee had said last night that his team could trace a direct lineage […]