Together we knelt inspecting the grasses that to me blurred into a uniform mass of browns and greens, but to Steve Charter were unique. A tiny microcosm of life that
At the beginning of this trip, I wrote down a list of everything I was nervous about– a typical journal activity of mine, a title of “what I’m nervous about”
“This machine, your body, is stronger than you think. Trust it.” Rock, one of our hosts in Rygate Montana told my Cycle the Rockies cohort this on our fourth day
We walk into the lush backyard of Elizabeth Wood’s home in Roundup, Montana. Sunlight filters through the tall trees that surround the area, making it feel like we are in
Freshman fall of college, I rediscovered my love for biking. It started out as wanting to access the state park north of campus, but then I realized, “Woah, I love
A 95 Ford, bucket of bolts, panels hanging askew, paint peeling rounds the corner into Dupuyer. The car comes to a sagging halt outside of BJs restaurant. A Prius Prime
Transitioning to a circular society is a phrase I often hear with little explanation on what that looks like and how to get there. Throughout my time on Cycle the
When we visited the Signal Peak coal mine, located 15 miles south of Roundup, we spoke with a coal miner. At first, the conversation barely scratched the surface. You could
“You know you’re right, but you have to understand the forces against you,” Elizabeth Wood explained to us as we sat around a table of muffins and orange juice in