Inevitable purple lead fog over Thompson Pass and the river like liquid concrete rebounding across the canyon walls. And then another side, conical leaning peaks, glacier spark into clear water.
Inevitable purple lead fog over Thompson Pass and the river like liquid concrete rebounding across the canyon walls. And then another side, conical leaning peaks, glacier spark into clear water.
Childs glacier, blue groaning snapping roaring incandescence and a secluded campsite on the opposite side of a river churning with floating ice and deadfall.
Live recording from the Hope Cafe.
Already more chats with strangers than one ordinarily has in a week in New England unless you go insisting, easily preluded outside an Anchorage downtown diner, “those are some massive tires, like a monster truck!” […]
I’ve decided to take the Pugsley fat bike. A nothing exotic build on a 2010 Surly Pugsley; Grip king pedals; Old Man Mountain Cold Springs rear rack; Rivendell (Nitto) Mark’s front rack with 350mm mounting […]
A bit later in the summer I’ll be heading out on a seven week cycle tour of Alaska (route in red).