From Grand Teton National Park
It’s funny how different a national park—any national park—feels early in the morning. Before the crowds arrive, you get a glimpse at what made these parks worth saving in the first place. By 11am or so, as the park fill up, that feeling often flips, making you wonder where else you can possible go to find solitude.
But those first few morning hours are perfect.
Over this past weekend, I was riding in the Verdugos. The weather was supposed to hit the upper 90s, but the temperatures were holding to a reasonable lower 80s in the morning due to some cloud cover. So, I decided to stretch out and ride through the entire range, which
California is one of the rare places that can close a road, where no road is.
May and June always drive people in LA a little crazy. Nearly every morning the clouds move in, socking in the entire east side until mid-afternoon. It keeps the temps down, but releases a general weirdness into the air. But the biggest benefit, always, is that you can almost always
I have lived in Los Angeles for over 10 years, but have somehow never spent much time in Santa Barbara. With a work trip in Santa Cruz and a brand new bike that was hand-built in Santa Barbara, it seemed like the perfect time to make the stop. Instead of
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