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Check out this fab, four-and-a-half-minute video produced by Salsa Cycles. It was shot along the west slope of the Teton Range in Idaho.
Over the past several years our family has become a biking family. This started with my wife Martha and me mountain and road biking in our younger years. Then I started bike commuting, which somehow lead to cyclo-cross racing. My daughter Hayden, now 13, then joined me in that, which led to her joining a junior cycling team. All along my son Connor, 11, has liked mountain biking and occasionally does some races. This biking culture of ours continued to build momentum to the point where I thought everyone was ready for a self-supported tour.
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.
I’m a crazed mountain biker. I live to fly down dirt trails and check out new routes with my B.O.B. trailer in the mountains of western Montana. Some of my friends get it, and like to explore with me. Others are a bit hesitant to join us in fear that they’ll get in over their heads and end up lying bloodied on the side of a remote trail. Now I need to reveal a bit more information: I’m a 50-plus-year-old woman (how did that happen?) who also likes to garden and knit. Funny how all those things fit together.
I can’t shake the impression that these mountains know what’s coming and that they are preparing for it. The water in the Payette River between upper and lower Payette Lake is far below the high water marks, and the surface is smooth and unhurried. Waiting. The leaves on the trees and the “needles” on the tamaracks are turning, preparing to drop. It rains off and on throughout the day, heavier towards evening, soaking the ground so that when the temperature drops, the first snows will stick. These are the thoughts that go through my mind as we work our way from McCall, up to Burgdorf, Idaho, 30 miles away.
Well, the weather finally cooperated this weekend and we were able to complete our Boise-Montour-Boise overnight bike trip. We were attempting to find a passage over the foothills without traveling on the main highways.
One of my very favorite stretches of the Great Divide Mountain Bike Route — which happens to lie close to where I live — is the 90 miles separating Lima, Montana, and Big Springs, Idaho. On the most recent occasion I pedaled this stretch, I went south to north, riding solo...