bikepacking
One of the things I love about bikepacking is that every trip begins long before I ever throw a leg over my bike. It usually starts with maps spread across my computer, multiple browser tabs open, weather forecasts, campground research, route planning, and asking myself, “What adventure do I want
bikepacking
Yay! I bike packed again! Technically, this overnight happened because I wasn’t entirely sure whether my Nederland adventure counted toward the monthly bike packing challenge. Since I didn’t ride into camp and ride out the next morning, I found myself wondering if I had somehow landed in a
bikepacking
There is a version of this story where I rode into camp exactly as planned. I followed the route, arrived at my dispersed campsite near Nederland, set up my tent beside my bike, cooked dinner, slept under the stars, and rode home the next morning. That is not the story
camping
When I first felt called toward bikepacking, I didn’t see gear. I saw mountain bike trails winding through forests. I heard streams and little waterfalls. I imagined butterflies dancing from wildflower to wildflower beside the trail. I imagined sunshine, sweat dripping from my helmet into my eyes, and the
camping
Well, as life would have it, as soon as I committed to exploring bike packing and all that it involves, all the emotions, thoughts, and belief systems that are not aligned with that version of myself immediately surfaced. * Can I do this alone? * How do I stay safe? * What do
bikepacking
Bikepacking arrived in my life as both a curiosity and a calling. For context, I have ridden and raced bikes—mostly mountain bikes—for more than 25 years. I’ve always loved cycling. I’ve always loved camping. But combining the two seemed like a distant fantasy until I finally