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.
I ride up Mt Lukens often enough that I have a pretty good understanding of what it’s like during various seasons. In summer, it’s often crispy and sharp with fading colors. Early winter is often clear skied and stark before the rains start. But as we near fall,
I recently went on a very stupid little mini mission: I tried to hide as many user reviews that I could. I have grown sick of seeing a random person’s review of books, movies, video games, and whatever else. Some of this is nostalgia—I miss the days of
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.
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