Adventure Cyclist
Scenes from the Saddle
On September 8, 2020, I woke before dawn but sunrise never came. Instead, a curtain of scarlet bled across the sky from east to west, like a translucent cloth backlit ...
Imagine this: You’re pedaling a quiet dirt road through an endless pine forest as the afternoon sun sinks lower in the sky. You have no campground reservation or planned destination, ...
I looked down at the sleeve of Oreos in my handlebar bag, the Pop-Tart crumbs embedded in my zipper, and I drank another gulp of chocolate milk. Sometimes it’s fun ...
Late on a Thursday night at National Geographic’s headquarters in Washington, DC, the fourth floor was dark but for a few dimly lit desks. There a handful of employees in ...
Though my breathing was labored just going up the stairs, my body didn’t feel rested, and I worried about the mountainous Andean ascent that loomed ahead, I was ready to ...
Whenever I cancel a trip due to weather reports, it seems like whatever hellacious storm that is sure to come somehow misses me and I’m stuck inside with all the chores ...
This article first appeared in the June 2015 issue of Adventure Cyclist magazine. Leaving Bormio was difficult. It was a mountainous wonderland, the kind of place I could see myself retiring someday. ...
“What do I think I’m doing?” rattled around in my head as I approached the base of Strada Statale dello Stelvio outside of Bormio, Italy. I was being led by ...
When I was 23, I bought a one-way ticket to Alaska with the idea that I would ride south for a while. I arrived in Anchorage with my bike and ...
If you’ve been hiking, riding, or even camping in many parts of the country, you may have kept a metaphorical antenna tuned to the sound of rattlesnakes, a critter whose ...
