There’s nothing like a little meteological spice to add flavour to a bicycle ride.
In fact, it’s one reason I love to travel on two wheels. There’s no sidestepping oncoming elements as you might within the cocoon of a car. …[ Read More → ]
It’s that time of year, when vast brushstrokes of forest flare a brilliant burnt-orange, as trees turn in perfect, orchestrated unison: one last, startling swansong before winter takes hold.
Then, as the wind picks up, leaves begin to fall, collecting …[ Read More → ]
This Coloradan leg of the Great Divide Mountain Bike Route continues to amaze and delight; a seemingly unending patchwork of dirt roads linking backwater settlements and their quirky mercantiles, through land peppered with sublime camping spots to rest weary heads. …[ Read More → ]
Some days drift. Others are swift.
Riding from the concrete/condominium megapolis of Silverthorne to the ramshackle, timewarped settlement of Como seemed to fuse the two. In one languid day, we journeyed from glitzy ski towns to a lost world of …[ Read More → ]
This is just a brief update to announce, with little fanfare but much delight, my return to the road. It feels good to be back.
The journey thus far has taken many unexpected twists and turns. Although my aim is …[ Read More → ]
I’ve long yearned to ride the Kokopelli Trail, a challenging 142 mile dirt track linking Fruita, in Colorado, to Moab in Utah. Here’s how it went.
Although it’s Utah’s Moab that tends to swallow the limelight in mountain biking circles, just down the road in neighbouring Colorado lies Fruita, a wonderfully laid back little hangout that’s every bit as beguiling. So named for all the apples …[ Read More → ]