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Last month I had a great trip to Brushy Mountain Tunnel on the Silver Comet Trail. The tunnel is about 800 feet long, going through the mountain.
I am worried about falling asleep close to the large truck parked next to my sleeping bag. Usually I don’t close my eyes and lay my head next to vehicle tires, because of vivid stories I've heard about sleepy pets getting squashed beneath the tread. Four hours of pedaling in 90-degree summer heat from Boise to Parma, Idaho, followed by several mugs of wine, has turned a double feature into barely a single feature. My eyelids grow heavy. I fear I’m making the same mistake as Shirley, the dead family pet.
Think sin city is all about the sex, booze, and gambling? Well, according to the Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Authority, it is. But step away from the glitz and glam of the Las Vegas strip and you will find an abundance of resources for the outdoor enthusiast, all within a 45-minute drive in just about any direction. Go east and you can play in the waters of Lake Mead, Hoover Dam, and the Colorado River; head northwest and you can hit the slopes of 11,000-foot Mount Charleston; if you’re a hiker, Valley of Fire to the north and Red Rock Canyon to the west are sure to quench your appetite for stunning rock formations and authentic desert hiking.
As we climbed what would be the final summit for the day, my brother John says, "You are going to kill me."
"Yes," I respond, "I just have not found a location remote enough yet."
A couple of weeks ago my friend Auston and I went for a bike ride down the coast. We left the city with no particular destination in mind. The plan was to head south on Highway 1, ride all day, and get a lot of sun.
The forecast for the weekend was almost perfect for bicycling in February, in Montana. Our plan was to ride from Bozeman to the tiny cowboy town of Pony, 55 miles away. There we would set up camp and stash the bikes in the forest, in order to climb and ski Hollowtop, the highest peak in the Tobacco Root Mountains. This would be the third peak in my 7 Summits Of Bozeman project, a five-month plan to climb and ski the highest peak in each of the seven mountain ranges that surround Bozeman -- completing the entire project 100 percent human-powered, traveling only by bicycle, by foot, and on skis.
Awhile back I started researching different types of riding, and soon discovered bikepacking when I ran into a guy at an event who sells gear for that activity. He and his wife actually rode the Continental Divide on mountain bikes. This, of course, led me to the Internet to find out all I could about bikepacking, which wasn’t too much. But I found it so interesting; it made me think back to my days in the Marine Corps with all the adventure and camaraderie. I started talking to my buddies about bikepacking and they expressed a general interest in it.