Glacier National Park.
Gravity-defying Granite Falls.
Roosevelt Ancient Cedars.
Yet another 32-mile ride to ski.
Experimenting with self-arrest techniques. I like the control, but the sloppy weight makes using it somewhat impractical.
This bastard was literally trying to kill me. For a while I did not understand what was happening -- until he had me against a cliff. I had bear spray out and uncocked, but the wind was in my face. Rocks did the trick.
In the bed of a different Nissan.
So much variety up here it blows me away each time.
On her new Cannondale.
On his new Specialized. He is now regularly doing six-mile rides.
Lost cabin, somewhere in north Idaho.
The 2015 Tour Divide is now on Day Six. The "race" -- there is no prize -- covers dirt roads from Banff to the Mexican border, and riders are self-sufficient -- they carry what they need or find it along the way. The two fastest racers so far have traded leads from the beginning, and so far pedaled almost 1300 miles pretty much without taking a break.