By Fred Smoak
Last Friday we had a day off after reaching Glacier National Park. It had taken several grueling days to get there, and the question arose, ‘What should we do?’ The answer, of course, was ride our bikes up the Going-to-the-Sun Road!
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The Rustle
By Fred Smoak
Sometimes seemingly insignificant things can define a place or time. On these rides, every day begins with a sound I have named The Rustle.
You Can Go Home Again
By Fred Smoak
In 2015, I had the once in a lifetime experience of riding my bike down the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. It was am wonderful experience of just pedaling to the South Gate, and then coasting for miles as the ground fell away. For awhile you saw little other than scrub, but then going over a small rise, the vista opened up. I could see for miles across the Canyon. Of course the fun couldn’t last forever. Around 40 miles we reached the desert floor, and it just as hot and desolate as a desert is supposed to be.
The People Who Make Things Possible
By Fred Smoak
I enjoy riding my bike – most of the time. Today was a day (104 miles through the desert with 3,600 feet of climbing) that I was VERY glad to see the end of the ride. Still, it was what I signed up to did, and the experience of being on the ride continues to be one of the high points of my year.
We Are 5% Done!
By Fred Smoak
Some of you may have heard me say on occasion that I am not sure I like riding my bike as much as having ridden my bike. This has not been the case this trip. Whether at sea level or up 800 feet, there were wonderful vistas of long, slow rolling surf, wide beaches, dramatic rock outcropping, and stands of trees so windswept they look they have been styled with a blower and giant brush.
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