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
The Colorado Plateau, with its unforgiving terrain and dry, arid landscape, is not a place many people would think to inhabit. Despite this, many people have successfully called the Colorado
After our time in the Dirty Devil, we abandoned the canyon walls we had called home for the past twelve days, transitioning into a new section involving a concept which
I’d never really noticed all the different types of grass. Standing in a field of grassland with our cycling crew and Steve Charter, Steve is talking about the forage kochia.
The wind swept in as we opened the van door to rolling hills of Montana farm land. Round bales speckled the landscape, still fresh and intact just after summertime hay
If there are two things that have my heart, it’s quality food and sustainability. Industrial agriculture is riddled with such a vast array of environmental and social justice problems I