“And I just turned twenty-two; I was wondering what to do; and the closer they got, the more those feelings grew.” We secured the fatbikes on the rack as a crystalline frost spread across their frames like a cold mold, then hurried into the car where the heat was already pumping. It had been a… Continue reading The Powder and the Finger
And the "Where Are You From?" Conundrum
Fatbiking Through Climate Change
“Well, do you need a lot of what you've got to survive?” - Modest Mouse The minimalist in me is excited to move. It’s been a while. I used to move every nine months or so, not across town but around the country. I went to Montana twice, then to Alaska, California, once to New… Continue reading Leave It on the Road, Where the Garbage Trucks Roam
“I like your hat,” the guy at the brewery said to me. He was referring to my wool newsie cap, which I thought appropriate for the chilly, late-September evening. It used to be my dad’s, but the elastic was too tight and left a red line across his hairless forehead after wearing it. I, for… Continue reading Help, I Think I’m 30!
Within the first hour of our five day bikepacking trip through the White Mountains, north of Fairbanks, we shared the trail with skiers, snowmachiners, one dog team, and a flock of fellow fatbikers. The area is an oasis for such users, where one can penetrate into the winter-laden woods from the comfort of a groomed… Continue reading Put Faith in Your Fatbike
It seems incredible that the warmest place we went in Alaska last summer was the Arctic, but such is the case. The sandy corridor of the Kobuk River was almost overpoweringly sunny and warm at times and we squirmed for self-created shade in our packrafts. We might have mistaken it for a slice of the… Continue reading Off-Season Daydreams