The Powder and the Finger

“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

Put Faith in Your Fatbike

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