Cycling in Cycles: Advice From a Bike by Estelle Smith
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
“Meating” on Common Ground by Bode Kostick
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
The Shape of a System by Elena Kozich
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
Honest Conversations in the Energy Crossroads by Andy Ramos
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
Trust Your Gut, Change Your Mind: Conversations with Community by Miles Foley
“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
To Make Change You Have to Make Fun by Annika Mannix
“It’s not worth it if it isn’t fun – Elizabeth Woods, 6/16/25 On Monday, we departed our campsite in Roundup and headed to Elizabeth Woods’s house, a five minute ride
Conversations and Coal: Touring Signal Peaks Coal Mine by Owen Kotula
As our Cycle the Rockies team arrived in Billings, we met with various locals to discuss ideas associated with energy and climate issues and how these concepts have affected their
The Uphill Climb of Shifting to Renewable Energy by Ella Vander Velde
Coming from Illinois, I am not used to hills. I look ahead of my spinning front tire as the gravel road looms in front of me. From a distance, the
Don’t Just Judge, Listen by Alyson Ogden
Sitting in a rodeo box in Augusta, Montana, I am reflecting on the juxtaposition of cultures we’ve experienced on our ride across Montana so far. This morning we spoke with
The Power of Listening by Hannah Espenschied
Though I am originally from a beach town, riding into the Bonogofsky ranch immediately felt like home. As the late afternoon sun began to slowly descend, I sat in a