We rolled into Augusta beaten by a day of steep hills and fierce, unrelenting headwinds. I was the last person to arrive and I found the crew sprawled on the
A tough ride against a strong headwind and a relentless series of menacing inclines; we crawled to each summit with the hope the landscape would have mercy on our worn-out,
I have reached a point where I always want to eat. My whole life I have taken great pleasure in culinary pursuits, but this is something new: an insatiable animal
Cycling in eastern Montana, one can feel like a tofu-dog at a carnivore’s picnic. Here at the Signal Peak coal mine, 15 miles south of Roundup in the Bull Mountains,
I don’t usually consider myself an angry person. I often experience a wide array of emotions, but rarely do I truly feel that hot passionate fury, bubbling up from my
Three right hand turns off the interstate brings us to our first stop on this year’s Cycle the Rockies course. The Bonogofsky ranch sits on 100 acres, not to far
Halfmoon Pass. Big Snowy Mountains. The sign said one mile, but it was definitely more than that. Thinking like I’d never make it, I was surprised to reach the pass
Our group drives through the Northern Cheyenne Reservation. Many people here do not have jobs and are lacking money, yet they still choose to live on the reservation. This land
In downtown White Sulphur Springs, most storefronts are empty. The short buildings hunch over their dusty windows, making themselves as small as possible as if apologizing for their sorry state.