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Small Town New Year

It’s been almost 3 months since Jack and I hopped off our bikes for the last time in Escalante, Utah. We both haven’t ridden since. Just kidding. We’ve actually both been on our bikes a fair bit, from commuting during my wilderness medicine instructor course in Salt Lake for three weeks in November, to Jack…
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Stabling our Ponies

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It’s Dry and Windy, Don’t Freak Out, Jack

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Bears, Parents, Bikepackers and the Llama Ranch
Posted from Llama Ranch, MT outside Helena I’m highly suspect that the Canadians have been herding all the bears to their side of the border. In our month biking in the States, we had no contact or sign of them. Upon arriving to Canada, they had domesticated grizzlies handing out small shots of maple syrup…
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Bush Mechanic Special

Posted from Missoula, MT “East of there, the infamous and stunning Magruder Corridor and another crossing of the Bitterroot Mountains begin – 90 miles of rough and taxing dirt and 4×4 roads sandwiched between two of the largest Wilderness areas in the Lower 48. Do not underestimate this section – it is demanding, exposed, incredibly…
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Eating Cookies/Not Riding Our Bikes for a Day

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Alaska Training Camp

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The Rigs!

Like any good bikepackers, we can’t start pedaling without first dedicating an entire post to our majestic steeds. Jack I am riding a 1992 Trek Singletrack 970 in the delightful “sour grape” color. In ‘92 this was a high tech mtb race machine, but based on its minty fresh paint job it probably sat in…
