On June 10, 2015, I left Missoula, Montana headed for Billings via I-90 east. The occasion for my trip is a 28 day bike ride through central and western Montana,

  My legs are burning, sweat collects in beads on my forehead and cars whiz by me at 60 and above. My labored breathing seems to fall into rhythm with

There is something profoundly liberating, even magical, about traveling on a bicycle, and in many ways, my experience bike touring in Montana gave me ultimate mobility and an exceptional sense of

When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up to be a paleontologist. It seemed so unfathomable that creatures so alien once ruled the earth. Something about the ferocity

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,

In theory, some of our speakers would seem to be bashing heads in terms of what they are trying to achieve and who they are trying to help. The tour

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