Entries Tagged as Montana
Tony: My toes were cold. The alarm rang again. “Too cold,” I thought as I emerged from my protective cocoon, sprinting to ward off the certain hypothermia of a too-long bathroom visit.
Justin: My roommate Tony and I were about to leave on what we had dubbed the “Tour de Gallatin,” a 103-mile overnight bike tour of southwest Montana’s Gallatin, Jefferson, and Madison river valleys. We named it the Tour de Gallatin because we did not realize beforehand that the route ever left the Gallatin Valley.
The forecast for the weekend was almost perfect for bicycling in February, in Montana. Our plan was to ride from Bozeman to the tiny cowboy town of Pony, 55 miles away. There we would set up camp and stash the bikes in the forest, in order to climb and ski Hollowtop, the highest peak in the Tobacco Root Mountains. This would be the third peak in my 7 Summits Of Bozeman project, a five-month plan to climb and ski the highest peak in each of the seven mountain ranges that surround Bozeman -- completing the entire project 100 percent human-powered, traveling only by bicycle, by foot, and on skis.
When I wrote that post a month ago, I had no idea I’d get myself into this kind of a lookout trip. In fact, I didn’t even know Nathan and I would be riding fat bikes up to the West Fork Butte lookout a few days ago
Since my border collie came to live with me a few months ago, I have been learning how to incorporate a dog into my car-free lifestyle. I had a bike respite coming up, and I didn’t want to leave my four-legged friend out of the fun. So I’ve been figuring out how to tow a dog on an overnight. In preparation for a longer self-contained bicycle trip, Astro and I scheduled a mid-August shakedown overnight last summer.
One of my very favorite stretches of the Great Divide Mountain Bike Route — which happens to lie close to where I live — is the 90 miles separating Lima, Montana, and Big Springs, Idaho. On the most recent occasion I pedaled this stretch, I went south to north, riding solo...
Josh and I met at Adventure Cycling in the spring of 2008, we were both 26. I know we seem so together now: cat owners, blog keepers, world travelers, and we make pizza from scratch like once a month, but things were different back then. Neither of us had much experience bicycle touring, or, actually, experience with one another, when we decided to spend our long 4th of July weekend bike touring over Skalkaho Pass. We’d been dating for about two months.
Chronicling a summer of "micro adventures in Missoula's Rattlesnake wilderness," Aaron Teasdale's inspiring article "A Season in the Snake" appeared in the December/January 2010 issue of Adventure Cyclist magazine.