Bikes

I ride up Mt Lukens often enough that I have a pretty good understanding of what it’s like during various seasons. In summer, it’s often crispy and sharp with fading colors. Early winter is often clear skied and stark before the rains start. But as we near fall,

California is one of the rare places that can close a road, where no road is.

Over this past weekend, I did the Whiskey Tango Fondo, a 90-ish mile, 10k-ish feet of climbing (I think the target was 100 miles and 11k, but road closures shortened it a bit) ride out in the Eastern Sierras. Yes, before you ask, I did have several songs from Wilco’

One of the strangest parts of riding a bike in California is how quickly you can move between different ecosystems. This ride started in the desert, moved up through a lush and green temperate area, then topped off here, in this wasteland. Stranger still, the trees were covered in ice,

I've been going through photos I have from the areas affected by the Eaton Fire. This part of the mountain is closed for the foreseeable future, and the community below is, well, gone.

I was in Montana recently for a long weekend, where the bulk of my time was spent on a boat on a lake, which was glorious. But I did sneak in a bike ride. I snagged a rental and copped the short route of the Last Best Ride, which had