The landscapes of Western Colorado are so vast that pictures don’t even come close. Find yourself on a ridge or peak on a clear day and peaks cascade into the distance. 360-degree views are abundant- just find yourself a peak or ridge.
“Ghost Town.” Just saying it brings visions of cowboys and gunfights on dusty streets. The stuff of old movies. There are hundreds (if not thousands) of ghost towns in the American West. Dilapidated and broken buildings are a testament to broken dreams and tough people in search of the American Dream. Discoveries of silver and… Read More ›
Hole in the Ground trail is another classic Tahoe mountain bike ride. One of the early highlights is climbing to 8200′ along Andesite Ridge before descending into a granite playground. The top of the ridge is mostly rock and devoid of trees. This gives huge panoramic views spilling out along both sides of the ridge. … Read More ›
The Bridges of Downieville Downieville is a classic California mountain bike destination. Located at the confluence of the Downie and Yuba rivers, this former mining boomtown reinvented itself as an outdoor destination for mountain biking. Most people do the ride as a downhill shuttle. We did the ride as an out-and-back and were blown away… Read More ›
I have the wonderful opportunity to stay and play in the Ketchum/Sun Valley area of Idaho. Unfortunately S and Daisy Trail Dog did not get to come with me this time, but I am planning our next excursion here with the whole family as we speak! Yes, it is soooo awesome I am coming back,… Read More ›
Springer Spaniels love water. They become super spunky when wet. Daisy Water Dog loves going out with us. When the kayak was in the back yard, Daisy would stand in the kayak and “Woooo Woooo” at us to take her to the water (Woo Woo is the unique sound of the springer spaniel).
Riding the scrub at Hartman Rocks, Gunnison, Colorado
I am not an activist in the protesting, letter writing sense. Instead, I use a chainsaw to speak for me. Let me explain: It was probably around the 20th time I’d heaved my bike over the large tree blocking the trail. “When are they going to get out here and cut these %^&*ing trees?,” I… Read More ›
Okay, I kinda fibbed on this one. It’s not singletrack, but what a view. It’s from the end of the Galloping Goose Trail in Telluride, Colorado. Some of the fixtures from the abandoned narrow gauge railroad still exist.
Every mountain biker has been here at one point- pushing through slippery, steep, thick mud. The kind of mud that stops your tires from rolling and makes your bike weigh 60 pounds. The kind of mud that makes you stop every 100 yards to find a stick to get some of the mud out. We… Read More ›