November Re-training

Some call November the off-season. Some might think after 26 days of moving time over the summer, we’d be looking for some significant down time.

Life is too short for an off-season. For me, November has thus far been for re-training.

Re-training, as in re-learning, as in reminding yourself how to do something you once could.

I can’t get that move Chad is attempting above, though I have done it before.

I can ride that one, and successfully escape the sea monster’s tentacles.

That one’s a classic and now goes for me.

Yup, that’n too. It’s coming back.

New one. Chad’s not making it look good here, but I made it look worse by not even attempting.

This was a semi-redemption techy taco ride. Compared to the first, with horrible trail conditions and even worse confidence, almost anything could be considered redemptive.

No redemption needed here. Tucson sunsets are the best.

We are so lucky to have trails out the door. When the cloud ceilings look good for pyrotechnics, it’s time to head out for a quick run!

Halloween Night ride! We ventured into the spooky woods south of Rosemont Junction on the AZT.

I know my body well enough to know I had no business racing the AES Kentucky Camp event. That event is never well timed for me, and I’m fine with it. Instead we did the night ride, camped and hung out, then ran the opposite direction with Kendall and Pocket while everyone rode.

Stickers in the shoes notwithstanding, it was a fabulous run and beautiful day for it.

We had the brilliant idea to run up a mountain the next day. I believe the quote was, “I ain’t afraid of no ghost.”

We took the less optimal but more interesting choice at the beginning of Kings Canyon – sand and pour-offs!

This might be the current winner in the baby saguaro contest. Can you find a younger one?

This ridgeline is the best part of the run. It’s an incredible trail, and one closed to bikes!

7 miles with 2000′ of elevation gain, we were pretty happy with how we handled back-to-back runs. We can actually run trails now!

The next taco ride was the following day, and my energy level was so low I really had no business being there.

The ride had an odd vibe to it, serving to even further turn me off to even attempting redemption. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t ride anything. It was still a beautiful day to be out on the rocks, and I appreciated it for that, but the usual zeal just wasn’t there. Normally with this company and day, I could use it to really push some limits, and I needed a little help with the push, but this day just ended up being frustrating more than anything.

Ez got a new carbon Salsa Spearfish to replace her old one, which has seen many a mile and many a harsh condition. It was ridden hard and put away wet, as the saying goes, but served well.

We were obliged to chase the evening light.

I was obliged to chase the flashy orange blur through the desert.

Same view, different bike.

The first full suspension fat bike, done extremely and surprisingly well by Salsa. It rides like a mountain bike — a big and capable one.

I don’t have enough stans in my tires, nor can I bunny hop that far

The effects of our micro running binge weren’t felt for several days. Mostly our feet were hammered, and I ended up taking almost an entire week off “the feet.”

Said feet got itchy and were longing for a big day out. Luckily we have a lovely big loop available right out the door, and though it was perhaps a little warm for it, I set off late in the morning.

Tech confidence still low, but there are ways to avoid the hard stuff while staying on dirt. Except when I got to Brown Mountain, I figured, why not?

I *loved* the “hike-a-bike” ascent from the south side, pulling off a shocking number of ledgy moves I had no right to even attempt. I paid the price, getting dizzy and roasting myself in the sun. Hard efforts are still not really agreeing with me.

I took the liberty to do some exploring on the town side of Picture Rocks, attempting to find lower traffic alternates.

I’m not sure I found long term viable routes, but I did find some cool stuff, like this rock art.

And this impressive crested saguaro. It was a good ride. Somehow I’d managed to stretch a 50 mile ride into an all day excursion. I suppose the nap at the visitor’s center might have been part of it…

Mt Lemmon eventually gets cold, and maybe even snowy. Now is the time to grab the upper chunk while you can still get it.

I figured the best way to re-train my brain for steepness, chunk and height of drops is…. practice, of course! What better way to get in a ridiculous amount of practice than on a Lemmon Drop.

Ez wanted to pedal up the Catalina Highway and avoid rocks and trail BS. I wanted to ride down Lemmon and find as many rocks as possible. We were able to strike a nice little deal wherein I drove to the top and she was so kind as to pedal up and fetch the vehicle.

I started not at the top, but with secret/1918 in order to have some uphill to warm up on, and also not miss any fall color. The leaves are all on the ground, sadly, but the organic smell of fall was quite nice.

It says AZ Trail Wilderness bypass, so I suppose I’m obliged to include all this in the AZTR route, right? (Oof)

Despite being in solo mode and despite lacking familiarity, I rode really well. Might have ridden better than last April. The trails are more resilient to big rains than some of the lower stuff, and actually in as good of shape overall as I’ve ever seen them. High time to get up there!

I started to get tired midway down Bugs. The goal had been accomplished. I could feel some major re-wiring of neural pathways taking hold.

Luckily Bugs and Prison are smooth and easy compared to the rest, and a joy to ride even roasted. I turned for the highway and skipped the beating of Molino/Millie, pedaling to meet Ez at Le Buzz.

Re-training of a different sort was next up, as we headed to the Picketpost Trailhead the same weekend as the Punisher AES Event. Friday’s goal was to scramble to the top of Picketpost itself, something that looked pretty dubious as we stood in the parking lot trying to decipher the route.

Ez is not a fan of heights (as she details on her blog), so we weren’t quite sure what to expect and were ready to turn around if needed.

Several times on the way up she stopped and declared she “didn’t like it.” I usually went to scout ahead, just in case it was the last difficult spot. By the time I got back, she was past it.

Fears dealt with and conquered. Well done, Ez!

I have to admit it was a little dicier than I was expecting. No one section was harder than I expected, but it was pretty continuously a little sketchy for most of the climb.

The way down was considerably easier, without the uncertainty of the option to turn around.

Really, we went up there?

My confidence also increased from all the practice. I relearned breaking points of traction on rock and loose gravel. I re-trained my mind for what is steep, safe, and doable. These are again things I’ve acquired in scrambles past, but are sorely out of practice in.

The sunset was classic AZ. We talked with nutcase Schilling on the eve of his 20+ hour Pulverizer ride, and met others showing up to take on Montana Mtn and Picketpost. I had planned to ride at least Montana Mountain, but my thumb had other ideas.

I’d put my hand down on a bee while climbing slickrock. Can’t blame it for stinging me. I knew the swelling likely wouldn’t affect my ability to keep climbing and hold onto rock, but holding onto a handlebar the next day was firmly out.

So instead we ran seven or so miles looping the old and new AZT out of the trailhead. Not a bad consolation at all. Various things are trying to keep me from riding too much, and I think that’s a good thing, especially when I’m making progress re-training and re-learning all the while.

I’m pretty excited to see where running leads us, as well as looking forward to a bunch of good desert rides this winter.

Advice to future CDTers

I have a few thoughts to get down that may be useful to future CDT riders. As always, take advice you find on the internet with a grain of salt!


Go light. The CDT is not a bike trail. But you should ride it (and hike-a-bike it), anyway! You really should. But you should go light. As light as possible. Our kits evolved from racing, and that’s almost the kind of simplicity I think a CDT rider needs to approach what they carry with. If you carry too much stuff, the hike-a-bike ratio will skyrocket, and it’s already pretty high to begin with. Stay light and be able to ride hard trails with your setup.

Full suspension. We rode 29ers with 4-6 inches of travel, and highly recommend full squish. The debate on suspension vs not can go on endlessly, I know. Can it be done on a rigid singlespeed? Sure. Is it a terrible idea? Probably — no matter how hard core you are.

Besides the general toll of riding rough singletrack day in and day out, the CDT has lots and lots of trail-less travel, or tundra travel, or meadow travel. It’s great, and beautiful at times. But: Bump bump bump! The worst kind of bumps are those you cannot see or predict (thus robbing you of your ability to unweight or adjust for them), but suspension doesn’t need to see the bumps to absorb them. Many was the time we’d sit back and pedal through open bumpy areas and be glad we had lots of squish (and big wheels).

Northbound or southbound? Tough question. We loved northbound. Loved loved loved it. But we were living in Tucson at the time, so it was the easiest way to start. Plus Tucson was getting hot, so an early (May) start appealed to us (rather than sitting around roasting in the desert waiting for June to pass).

I think I would actually recommend southbound to anyone thinking about riding the CDT. Start in late June up in Montana. This way you get the hardest stuff (MT/ID border) done first. You avoid fighting through so much snow in Colorado (or waiting for it to melt), and then even if winter starts to come, that’s a good thing in New Mexico. You just have to get out of Colorado before it starts snowing too much, but you have through September to do that.

A downside is that 80% of the hikers go northbound. You may run into more total hikers heading south, but they will only be brief encounters. When you go north with everyone else, you can bounce around, get passed / re-passed, and really become a part of the trail community.

Join the community. Speaking of that, I highly recommend embracing the CDT community. As I’ve written in many places, we found hikers to be very accepting and curious about bikepacking. The community that emerges along the trail every year is one of the best aspects of doing a long distance trail like the CDT.

Join the current year’s Facebook group if you are on FB. It’s a good way to connect with hikers you meet, and also to see and post updates on the trail. Some valuable information on fires, closures, water sources, etc gets posted there.

Also check out this site: for links to hiker blogs and other useful info (such as a group-edit current water table).

Join the CDTC. They may not encourage bicycle use, and may have no idea what to say about bikepacking, but they do good work and have done a lot for the trail. I have not yet learned of a reason NOT to support them (like actively campaigning to close existing pieces of bike-open CDT), though I fear I might.

Mt. Taylor in NM is not actually on the CDT, but a well accepted alternate

Choose your own adventure. The hikers have a saying, “hike your own hike.” It applies to any long distance trail in regards to the choices you make and the ‘standards’ you might set. But it especially applies to the CDT, since it is not a trail that is very well defined, and it is one that is full of choices.

Questions to think about:

“how closely will I stay to the official route?”
“do I need to ride a continuous line?”
“how about hitch-hiking into town?”
“am I ok with slack-packing? dayriding?”
“what about alternate routes that most hikers take, but aren’t official cdt?”
“am I ok riding road alternates when thunderstorms call or other circumstances come up?”

Often questions like these may have one answer at the start of a thru-hike, and standards may degrade or change as the hike goes on. That’s fine. My advice to any future CDTer is to not sweat it. Hike your own hike, be happy with your time out there and exercise the freedom in being human. Especially when it comes to staying on the official route, sometimes it truly doesn’t make sense. Sometimes, honestly, no one actually knows what the official route is. The gps, the maps and the signs on the ground all disagree in a few places, so it’s sort of absurd for anyone to claim they walked the entire official trail.

The majority of hikers subscribe to the standard of walking a continuous line, as a bare minimum for what a thru-trip entails. So if you hitch-hike off route, you rejoin it back where you left off. That’s about the only standard I would recommend for the CDT. After all, in the end, all anyone that has completed the CDT can say is that they walked (or rode) a continuous line, from border to border, using large portions of the CDT (and probably a bunch of other cool stuff, too).

For bikes, this is especially true. You could go to stupid lengths to get out of the way pieces of official CDT (when detouring for Wilderness) but I wouldn’t recommend it. Besides doing a pretty-true-to-the-CDT trip, there are plenty of good options to do a CDT-light tour, or a GDMBR+singletrack route. Piece it together, or make it up as you go along.

Maps and GPS. There are a few sources of data and maps. Most hikers in 2014 seemed to be using a combination of the Ley Maps (paper, printed out) and Bearcreek’s ‘official’ GPS data, mostly in the form of Guthook’s CDT app. That combo is what I would recommend, for sections where MTBers are on the CDT (or CDT alternates). Of course I’d recommend having the GPS data from our CDTbike trip for bike alternates, too. But that’s the key thing, is having data for various choices, because you never know when you might need them or want to exercise them. Ley does a great job of detailing all sorts of options. The official GPS data is a lot more rigid, and it is sometimes wrong, or doesn’t match with what’s on the ground (I sent in a half dozen or so major revisions to Bearcreek based on our trip, as well as many updates to Ley’s maps).

I never printed out any of Ley’s maps. I just put them all on my phone, using it to preview sections ahead, usually at night or in towns. That worked out pretty well, and helped me avoid printing and carrying useless maps (e.g. Wilderness). I used Guthook’s app in NM and it worked pretty well. Throwing the GPX track in an app like Gaia is probably more useful for a cyclist since you can add other options to it and follow those if needed. That’s what I ended up doing after NM. One caveat on Gaia is that it’s auto-map-download (for an area around a track) was so unreliable that I stopped even trying. I still want to find a better app for loading GPX and download topo maps. (Oh wait, how about a TopoFusion app!!! Somebody clone me and get my clone to work on it stat.)

Also key was having the official data (and other options) loaded onto my Garmin GPS, which sits on my handlebars. Having GPS data and maps on the phone is great for getting the big picture and planning, but pulling it out and seeing it in the sunlight is a pain. Also keeping it charged with the GPS running is an issue. Garmin’s are still king when it comes to runtime and screen visibility. Constantly monitoring the track and trail is the best way to stay on track, and understand the landscape/turns you are navigating through.

Two other pieces of beta are worth mentioning, too. One is Yogi’s CDT guide, mostly for her town guides. We were given some sheets from her guide from hikers and they were pretty useful for figuring out where the cheap places to stay are, good restaurants, post office, general town layout, etc. The other guide worth mentioning is only worth bringing up as a positive sign for bike access on the trail. Jim Wolf (aka the only person behind the CDT Society) is perhaps the most vocal anti-bike advocate there is. His site and updates are more about keeping bikes off the trail than they are about promoting or working on the trail itself. Slowly his voice is being listened to less and less, and his CDTS guides are, like him, out of date. Almost no one uses the CDTS guides anymore, and less and less people are still stuck in the 70’s when it comes to embracing the beauty that is multi-use trails.

Flexibility. Drop all set ideas of pacing or miles per day. Just take the terrain as it comes. Pack more food than you think it will take you. And pay attention to the next water source. They Ley maps do a pretty good job of letting you know when you don’t run into water every 10 miles or so, but they don’t always. Weather will change, fires will pop up and close sections, anything can happen! The CDT teaches you flexibility.

Hike-a-bike. Be ready for lots of it. Prepare mentally for it. It is more physically draining than hiking, or riding, but it doesn’t have to be a super unpleasant activity, if you’re mentally OK with it. You’re in a beautiful place, on a trip of a lifetime, so what if you have to push your bike and can’t ride it? It beats being stuck in an office somewhere…. (I try to practice this advice myself, but am not always successful in doing so… that is for certain). Eszter adds: do some core and upper body work in preparation. Your normal cycling routine probably doesn’t include this much pushing of loaded bikes. Arms get tired!

Additionally, a 2013 thru-hiker named Wired put together a nice page with links to trail resources as well as her own journal of her hike. Her ‘advice to future CDTers’ is worth reading as well. Her site is here:

My best piece of advice for riding the CDT is… to make it happen!

Rest and Recovery

Even when you can’t do that much, you can still do some cool things.

Looking back at my photos from the last ~month of ‘rest and recovery’ it sure seems like we’ve gotten out a lot. But there haven’t been any long rides. There haven’t been any bikepacks. No new trails explored. No big techy rides. No limits pushed.

But we sure did see some beautiful things.

Much of that was due to it being Autumn.

And our timing being good.

Not really a good sign when naps are called for less than an hour into an easy ride.

But the fleeting colors make me smile, and even when dead tired, so it’s well worth it to get out there.

In between time spent with our families in Boulder and SLC, we took some decompression time in Winter Park. We climbed some dirt roads and discovered new trails in all directions. Winter Park might finally start to live up to it’s big talk about being an MTB destination if they keep building (and signing) trails…

On to Utah!

We found some color up in Logan while visiting Alexis and her new hot pink Lenzsport.

This ride just about killed us. CDT bodies only know tour pace. Anything even slightly over that is trouble. Lesson learned.

Shoreline rides can be taken easier.

Out with my dad and brother, who could easily bury us. But we wimp out of the big climbs, content to just be outside in the beautiful October air.

Got my high school friend, Phong, out for a ride on his $70 thrift store special. He’s been getting out more since.

My Grandma has the largest collection of CDTbike post cards. We brought the laptop over to give her a slideshow from the trip since she doesn’t read blogs.

On the way to Arizona we popped over to a favorite ride and layover in Southern Utah.

Thunder Mountain!

If you haven’t ridden there… put it high on the list.

I can’t believe it took me so long to realize it’s the perfect way to break up the SLC<->Tucson drive. This time we camped in Red Canyon and regretted it. There’s a surprising amount of traffic on the highway to Bryce, and our CDT heads were not too keen on rolling around in sleeping bags again so soon. Oh well. The breakfast in Hatch got us going for the rest of the drive south.

Back in Tucson, it was so nice to finally be settled after five months of travel.

It was nice to be home.

The energy and enthusiasm was there to go ride and explore. Back in the desert!

It didn’t last too long. Once fully comfortable, the novelty of being settled wore off quickly.

That led to some good old post-trip blues. What do we do now that the excitement is over? The project is done. We’re back home.

Working for yourself doesn’t help this situation, since it is based on internal motivation. It almost would have been better to have a forced job to go back to. Something to constrain us into 9-5 or something. I’m a little better off than Eszter in that trackleaders has events that must go off and do bring constraints. But there’s still a large component of self-motivation to almost all the work I do. Building a tracker for a big sailing race is a project, but not a big and exciting project like planning, riding and surviving the CDT. Some amount of letdown is inevitable — it’s just the way our brains work. Once you get used to a certain level of ‘high’ and satisfaction, it can be hard to move on to smaller more mundane things. Sometimes the answer is another adventure. But the body can only take so much, sadly. And then there’s that word, ‘balance’.

These are issues I think everyone struggles with at some point, and there are no clear answers. That’s part of the greatness of life, in that there are never any clear answers to some things.

One thing is for sure, you can shut off the voice of meaning in your head a number of ways. One is to get a group of friends together and go ride hard.

Or at least go ride hard trails.

I’m not much of one for pedaling fast these days, but rocks are always fun.

never seen this little chunk ridden, well done J-bake

Too bad my skills are stuck in tour mode, too. My brain keeps saying, ‘no, I don’t ride stuff like that’ when I look down at something steep and rocky. Crashing was the last thing I wanted to do while out on the CDT, so I kept it *very* conservative. I’ve also trained my muscles to the movements and placement of the Spiderflex saddle, so it’s proving to be a bit of a rough transition back to the chunk of AZ.

No place to begin but where you are. I’m fine with walking down stuff I normally ride (and getting photographed while doing so, thanks J-bake!). I’m ok with skipping B-lines I’ve hit regularly. For now.

We’ve also picked up a new little obsession. Running!

At least it seems like it is approaching an obsession level. I have little doubt that wheels are my preferred way of seeing the world. But there’s something about the simplicity of keeping it on your feet. And there are many places bikes aren’t allowed. I have always been curious if I can do long trail runs in the mountains. Seems like now is as good a time to investigate that as any. It’ll give our hike-a-bike and general MTB brutality accounts some time to receive some deposits and return to near normal levels.

It’s a good thing I’d told myself in advance not to expect much out at the 50 year trail. But I couldn’t resist a day out there, even though I knew it was going to be rough.

Luckily Chad was sort of on the same page as me after the summer. We both came out of the ride feeling a bit like this cow — rough day for her too.

Not that the classics weren’t an absolute hoot, and not that it wasn’t an absolutely gorgeous evening.

We were just all over the place. Flubbing lines we usually nail. Skipping others. Getting nearly bucked off by tropical storm ruts. Or helmets ripped off by catclaw that have swallowed entire B-lines.

We can only go up from here! Trails will get better as people ride them, and people trim them. Our skills and confidence can’t get much worse…

Morning guys!

At least Ez and I aren’t sleeping 10 hours a night anymore. We were up early one morning and decided to hit the trail in the cool air.

Have you ever noticed that baby saguaros are difficult to find? I think that’s the new game of the winter — find the youngest/smallest saguaro you can. We’ve been looking hard, and finally found this little guy. Can you beat it?

I got the bright idea to head up Mt. Lemmon for a fall color run.

The execution of the timing was perfect. Colors are in their prime.

sorry, legs!

The execution of the logistics of the run was highly flawed and 100% my fault. We started out with a steep drop down 1918, without any warm up. Then we continued running/shuffling down Secret and Sunset to Marshall Gulch. That’s too much downhill for our little legs and with our lack of technique.

Starting out with downhill on a ride is OK. Not so on foot.

It was a beautiful run, and we suffered climbing back up, but it felt good.

The next day it did not feel good. Sore legs! 4 days later we are still feeling it and haven’t run. Lesson learned. Interestingly we are sore in completely different spots — calves for me and quads for Ez. We’re both doing something wrong, and apparently they are two different wrong somethings.

Good news is I think we are both itching to run now. And it’s getting to where we feel like moderate beginners. It’s not a struggle the entire time like all our other attempts at running have felt.

We’ll see where it takes us. Maybe to some ultra-running. Maybe to some Wilderness backpacking. Maybe to some quick injury and back to riding bikes. Never know.

CDTBike Photos – Lincoln to Fin

From Lincoln, the official CDT is done, but there are still miles to ride. On to the Great Divide Mountain Bike route, with a huge sign of relief and excitement at some straightforward miles.

It’s not well a known fact, but Ez is a horse whisperer.

Quick ride to Ovando. Look what we have for you! Thanks to Blackfoot Angler Fly shop for embracing the long distance cycling community and putting Ovando on the map!

We saw more snakes in northern Montana than in New Mexico, I think. 5 or 6 in one day.

Richmond Peak on the GDMBR. If only there were more sections like this on the route.

Yes please!

Old road closed and turned to near singletrack, with jaw-dropping views.

Pretty well sums up the current sentiment, and what’s about to come. Ooof-dah!

But first, a night in a B&B/photo studio/land of giant boulders.

I watched this guy ‘endo’ over multiple rocks, landing on its back every time.

Alpine #7. Look, evidence that some of it is rideable!


Attempts to withdraw from the hike-a-bike bank account were all rejected.

So we flipped it. Riding back on the singletrack was pretty nice. Descending the 3000′ of dirt road in retreat was terrible for the ego. But it was the right choice.

Apparently God forgot about the 11th commandment — don’t spray my yard!

Cyclotourists! Katrien and Manu are two, going on a much longer trip than us.

Pedaling a few nice backroads into…


When being a tourist, embrace it and be a tourist! Cheesy photos and all.

Crazy colored rocks, pools and slides. A side hike to Avalanche Creek.

Going-to-the-sun road.

Up we go. Thankful the weather is still holding.

To the ‘crown of the continent.’

Look! Goats. A little while later we’d see a couple from yards away.

Winter literally coming right at us, like a slow moving monster.

What we woke up to on the other side of Glacier. Winter beat us to Canada.

Ever the sun will rise! Back into Glacier briefly, then on to Canada!

Waterton National Park!

Yeah, it snowed a little bit here.

Trail is closed to bikes, and we didn’t miss them on the icy/slushy trail, hiking the last few miles to the border.

Official end of the Continental Divide National Scenic Trail. OH YEAH!

A B-roll shot from the finish obelisk. CDT Done. We did it!

CDT – Reflections and observations

We’ve been off the trail for about a month now. But we can still feel the effects of four months spent on the trail. I’m still processing the experience, and still recovering from it.

So, how has four months of bikepacking changed us? What were the lessons and insights learned? Here are a few reflections.


No doubt about it, there’s nothing like living out of your backpack to make you realize how little you actually need. Surely the average American lifestyle is one of excess, but you already knew that. The world would be a better place if everyone backpacked, or bikepacked at some point in their lives. You get a glimpse of the beautiful simplicity of it on shorter trips, but a deep appreciation came once the days, miles and adventures began to blur together. After 3 months, life on the trail is the only life you know and pretty much the only one you can remember. You have a rhythm and a familiarity to living off the bike that is difficult to attain on shorter journeys.

We had a number of belongings sitting in a back shed, and a few pieces of furniture being used by the tenants in our old house. So our footprint was not as small as it may have seemed to us as we dragged it over downed trees and pushed it up steep hills. Yet, I didn’t miss anything we had back home. If it all disappeared, I might have been disappointed, or I might have been relieved. I could barely even remember what we had back there — other than our other bikes. (OK, I do admit that I missed riding my other bikes — specifically unloaded ones — but I think I could be plenty happy living and riding off just one.) It made me somewhat reluctant to return to the bloat of normal living, and having to deal with so much ‘stuff.’

There’s a wonderful power in being fully self-contained and able to endure just about anything the world throws at you. You can stop whenever you want, with no real constraints — freedom!

Back in normal life

The transition back to regular life has been an interesting one. It was a little delayed for us, since we spent the first three weeks visiting family and still traveling.

At first it was such a relief to know where we were sleeping every night. To have a constant roof over our head. To not be at the mercy of the weather any more. To not be at the mercy of a trail that can change character instantly. To have steady access to food! And *good* internet access. It was glorious.

I thought I would wish that I were back on the trail, with more CDT to explore ahead, but I really didn’t. It felt like the chapter was closed, and it was time to move on to something else. The early arrival of winter made it easier to visualize that the season was over. The journey was over. The fatigue, both mental and physical, also made it easy to see that. I think more than anything I try to strive for balance, and with four months on the CDT the pendulum swung pretty far in the outdoor adventure side of life. It’s time to seek that unattainable goal of balance and do something else for a while.

Of course, as is human nature, the pure pleasure of having the basics (food, warmth, shelter, internet – ha!) steadily covered and certain, did eventually wear off. I got used to it, and am already able to take it for granted. It’s too bad that sense of gratitude doesn’t last longer, though I suppose it allows us to seek higher meanings and things to be grateful for.

Thru-hikers, trail community

I’m truly in awe of anyone that thru-hikes the CDT. What an incredible challenge, and one I am not so sure I could successfully complete myself. Thru-hikers are also great people, and a very welcoming community. Going into the CDT we weren’t quite sure what to expect for a reception. We know there are those that would like to close old (or new) sections of the CDT to bikes. We did not meet any of those types on the trail. The response we got from hikers was overwhelmingly positive. They loved seeing us on the trail and we loved meeting them.

The trail community is an incredible thing. The instant acceptance and connection that you feel, simply because we are walking (or riding) the same direction is something that reaffirms our humanity. Nobody asks what you do for a living, or what your standing in life is. Everyone has but the meager possessions they can carry with them. Thru-travelers are reduced to the things that really matter. We made some good friends, despite not spending huge amounts of time with many of the hikers. I am going to miss that instant connection, with travelers and especially with those on the CDT.

I also enjoyed the way words and rumors traveled along the trail. It was fun to see how people always had a way of finding each other or bumping into each other, without the aid of modern technology. It made me think back to traveling in times of old. Thru-hiking and thru-riding are keeping some of those old ways of life alive.

Changes on the divide

It has been a decade since I last traveled the continental divide in the US. In 2004, I toured the gravel road version of the route, from Mexico to Canada. It was fun to bring back memories of that trip that had long been forgotten when we returned to certain towns, or coasted down bumpy dirt roads.

By and large, I’m happy to report that the divide is still the same divide — remote, wild and unrelenting. It’s the most difficult place in the country you could design a hiking trail or a mountain bike route. The people along the route, if anything, have gotten friendlier. Some of the towns and businesses have realized that hikers and cyclists are good people and good for the local economy. Many of these towns have seen declines in their ‘old’ way of sustaining themselves (often mining or other industry), and need to figure something else out. Divide tourism is a resource that isn’t likely to run out anytime soon, and the towns that have begun to embrace it seem to be thriving.

The number of people traveling the divide has shot up incredibly. In 2004 only a small handful of people toured the GDMBR. Even fewer attempted a thru-hike on the CDT. I ran into maybe only a dozen total other hikers and cyclists. This year we met over 80 thru-hikers and maybe 50 or more cyclists.

One major negative change is the bark beetle. It’s funny how little we (as a species) know about managing forests. Our arrogance in forest management is a topic worthy of its own book. Fight fires, don’t fight fires, log, don’t log — we think we know so much, and then the bark beetle comes and wipes out entire forests.

The difference from 10 years ago is drastic. We were constantly seeing dead forests, and often traveling through them. Many were still very much alive 10 years ago. Interestingly, some areas that were clear cut years ago and now coming back with new growth seemed immune to the beetle — so far, anyway.

Slow beauty

The CDT is a hard trail for bikepackers. It’s not designed or intended to a be a bike trail, let alone a bikepacking trail. We had many days where we failed to log more than 30 miles, despite putting in a full day’s effort. This led to closer to a thru-hiking pace (sometimes slower!), and, it was one of the unexpected positives of the trip.

I found that there is *something* to traveling slow. Something to really getting to know the creeks, the passes and the small mountains. You can’t just coast by creek after creek and mountain after mountain on a graded road (or in a speeding car on a highway!). You feel each one of them, and often, on the divide, reach the summit of each one of them! I don’t know if it is something inherently ingrained in the human psyche, or what. But it’s almost as if the human brain is better suited at processing only a certain amount of ground covered in a day’s time. Go over that distance and you’ve lost something. Lost your connection.

This sort of sounds like Paleo-talk, but I noticed it throughout the trip. Our slowest days were some of our best. They were also some of our hardest, so it may have just been that effect that made them more meaningful. But it seems like maybe there was something deeper, with slow days taken throughout a long journey.

So, why not ditch the bicycle if traveling slow is so great? I am not convinced that the mode of travel matters, or that instantaneous speed matters. It’s average speed over periods of time that matters. With difficult enough terrain (e.g. the CDT) a bikepacker is forced to travel slow. Of course, hikers are always “slow”, in that sense.

But even on foot, you can exceed this ‘natural’ ground covered, say in a 100 mile trail race. Complete one of those suckers in less than 24 hours and you are crushing it. Another issue is that when traveling solely by foot it almost inevitably means lots of hitch-hiking. Being suddenly whisked into towns some twenty or more miles away also violates my idea of traveling slow. On a mountain bike, you can pedal and earn your resupplies, and not lose the human powered connection that can be severed by moving at 70 miles per hour.

For that reason (and many others) I see bikepacking as the most versatile and rewarding means of backcountry travel. If you’re already a bikepacker, I recommend traveling slow and choosing difficult routes that force it (at times). I found it to be a remarkable way to see and experience the natural world.

Deep fatigue

We’re still not recovered from the CDT, a month out. We’re sleeping 10 hour nights to make up for time spent rolling around in one pound sleeping bags. We’re keeping rides short and feeling the onset of tired legs more quickly than we’re used to. We’ve started trail running as a way to keep ourselves off the bike, to ease those fatigued muscles. Our hike-a-bike and general trail BS accounts are still overdrawn and are only slowly being paid off.

I’ve spoken many times on the blog here about the deep fatigue that settled in on us somewhere in Montana. I suppose it wasn’t wholly unexpected, but it did cause some alarm and even some doubt about the completion of the trip.

Starting out, the major appeal of the CDT was the exploration and the adventure. The longest singletrack route open to bikes! It’s never been thru-ridden before! We had enough experience bikepacking to be reasonably confident going in. We thought that finishing wouldn’t be much of an issue, barring any number of bad luck scenarios. After all, it’s “just touring”, not racing!

Yet, sitting in the west Big Hole, watching the storm clouds gather against us, feeling the dread of another unrideable rocky pitch in front of us, success was far from certain. There hadn’t been any bad luck, it had just been a long and arduous trip. The CDT had taken its toll. It wasn’t just simply a longer version of things we had already done. Going longer wasn’t merely a linear, or proportional, increase in the difficulty. It was compounding, and increasing maybe as n-squared or n-cubed, even though we were touring and not in a hurry.

And this might have been the longest singletrack tour yet. Sure, people regularly tour for years — on roads, and generally with much more gear. The difficulty of the trail necessitated (in our minds at least) running a very minimal set up, and one that is not very conducive to rest and recovery. Hike-a-bike is a very draining activity, generally speaking, and one that is not considered enjoyable by most people. We did lots of hike-a-bike. :)

In the end, we found more than just the exploration and adventure. More than just a really long trail tour. It was a definite challenge to finish the entire thing and keep it together. As a result, I suppose we should be tired.


It is impossible not to notice the omni-present bovine throughout our forests and ranges. After months of seeing cows, cows and more cows, I couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t a little excessive. Beef is a big industry, I suppose, and as I partook of many burgers along the way, it is one I definitely support. Some big changes would be needed to lessen the impact and presence of cows, but they would probably be good ones. We don’t know that much about responsible stewardship of the land, but you do have to wonder if all these cows really belong in such beautiful and otherwise unspoiled places.

Working from the trail

Both Eszter and I were fortunate to have gainful employment we could pursue from the trail. We bounced laptops to seven or eight trail towns, and performed other tasks from our phones and an iPad that Eszter carried. We loved to be able to ‘accomplish’ something while resting on the trail, or while waiting out weather. Our bank accounts loved that they weren’t in a steady decline the entire summer.

Though thru-travel is a most noble activity, in my opinion, it still feels a little one-sided, or unbalanced. After a week on the trail, it was great to roll into town not only for food and a soft bed, but to catch up on emails, connect with friends, build trackers and fix bugs. Do something ‘useful’, or at least something that feels useful to us. It felt like a more balanced way to travel the trail, and we were very lucky to be able to do it. There were a few stressful days of trying to wrap things up before checkout time and hitting the trail, but any stress was quickly erased out on the trail.

If you can manage portable work from the trail, I highly recommend it!

Bike access

The CDT is primarily a trail for hikers and equestrians. That is the original vision and legislation of the trail. However, mountain bike access is specifically mentioned as an acceptable use, where it doesn’t interfere with the primary purpose of the trail. Given our experience on the trail, I do not believe that mountain bike access, especially in remote areas, has any negative impact on the trail or those that use it. I believe it has a positive impact. I also believe that if the CDT had been envisioned in more modern times, quiet and human powered travel would have been considered a primary use (outside Wilderness). Just look at the positive example that the Arizona Trail (a more modern trail) has set for multi-use. Mountain bikers have long been a part of the construction and maintenance of the trail, and it’s becoming the premier long distance trail in the southwest.


It would be remiss to not thank the universe at large for the fantastic fortune we met on the trail. Our bodies held up remarkably. The bikes suffered no major mechanicals. Crashes were few and minor. Encounters with strangers were nearly all positive. We both got along amazingly well throughout, enjoying an incredible adventure-of-a-lifetime together. Sure, rain and snow were factors. Bugs ate us alive. But that’s the divide. I still consider us lucky in all of those areas. We spent an incredible amount of time above treeline and had no close calls with lightning.

Of course, we have to thank everyone involved in the CDT community — from on-the-ground volunteers, to federal workers, to trail advocates. The dream of the CDT is a good one, and many have put a lot into this trail (with much more still to go!). Having been involved with some of the development and construction of the AZT, I have a small sense of what all this entails. It’s a lot of work. We owe a big debt of thanks to Jonathan Ley and Jerry Brown, who independently provide and maintain the best beta on the trail.

We also had the generous support of many friends and family. My business partner at trackleaders, Matthew Lee, deserves special mention, for putting up with long lapses in communication and limited availability for work. Our families and friends were behind us all the way. Local mountain bikers that we’ve never met offered beta on CDT and non-CDT trails. Friends opened up their houses to us. Motel owners gave us late checkout times and shipped our bounce box for us. People we met along the way helped us and made the journey just that much more awesome for us.

I have to give the sincerest thank-you to Eszter, for following me through the CDT and trusting me with the route and a lot of the other decision-making. Given all the difficulties and unknowns, her patience with me and the trip in general was incomparable. I can’t imagine a better adventuring partner.

Quite a few of you followed along and offered encouragement along the way, particularly during the “Slag-a-meltdown” and other low spots.

Thanks, everyone! Thanks, universe.

The Future

So, what’s next? Well, for us the answer is we don’t know. And that’s just fine. Regular life with a regular roof overhead is pretty nice right now. The luxury of a fridge stocked with food is even better. I’m sure something will spark our interest and merge with increasing energy soon enough. The world is a huge place and there isn’t enough time to explore it all!

How about the future of riding bikes on the CDT? I think that future is bright! Bikepacking is only gaining in popularity and people are beginning to see beyond dirt road touring to really get into the backcountry.

I think there is plenty of room for a second, and third, groundbreaking and exploratory trips on the CDT. There are plenty of options we did not explore, and that need to be explored. It wouldn’t be too difficult to “one up” us and ride more of the official trail. Plus, more sections are being built and the trail is ever-changing.

Many options exist for melding the CDT and GDMBR into a singletrack/road mix that can easily take a lot less than four months. No matter how you slice it, I highly recommend the experience of “riding the divide.”

Bikepacking on the CDT is just getting started. Maybe you’ll be next?

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CDTBike Photos – Butte to Lincoln

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CDTBike – Statistics and report card

green - official CDT; cyan - Colorado Trail; yellow - Great Divide Mountain Bike Route

CDTBike 2014

May 12th to September 12th – 124 days Total mileage cycled/hiked: 3737 miles Mileage without day rides: 3623 miles Mileage without resupply runs and day rides: 3260 miles Moving time: 26 days, 14.5 hours Elevation Gain: 453,000 feet

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Day 112 — CDT done!


We are done! Finished with the CDT!

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Day 111 – Canada!


We made it to Canada!

And it’s not just like a different country, it feels like a completely different world. These are the Rockies as I’ve never seen them. Huge, towering, majestic… and covered in snow! It feels a storybook-esque, like a fantasy land. It feels a little unreal to be finishing this thing, …. [Continue reading]

Day 109 and Day 110 — Flexibility. Waiting for sun in Babb, MT.


If there is one thing the CDT teaches you, it’s flexibility. The divide decides your pace and whether it makes sense to proceed or not. Sometimes we’ve busted out 70 mile days, others we struggle to hit 20. You can’t be in a hurry or have rigid plans.

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Day 108 — Glacier!


Well that was fairly to moderately epic! We made it through Glacier… barely. It’s snowing outside, but we found ourselves a roof and a warm bed for the night.

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Day 107 — When winter calls, run to the border!


Neither of us slept very well, though the night was not overly cold. Failing and turning back never tastes good. But it was absolutely the correct choice for us. Some mental demons needed a night to be worked out.

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Day 106 — Misunderstood


“If I seem superhuman…… I have been misunderstood.” – Dream Theater.

The CDT is long, and hard, and full of hike-a-bike. But it is not a superhuman feat. We’re just regular riders, and we get tired. We run out of patience with unrideable trail and difficult conditions. We get frustrated, we crater. We …. [Continue reading]

Day 105 – Great Divide Richmond Goodness


It was another lovely day on the Great Divide. These really are some of the best miles. If only the divide had more like them…

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Day 104 – Lovely spin on the GDMBR


Tonight we sleep in a Jail. It costs $5, on the honor system, and has two rope strung beds. The little town of Ovando has really taken to setting up touring cyclists well. It’s really cool to see.

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Day 103 – Out with a bang


The heavens were tearing themselves apart. East to west, the skies were angry. Transition and dischord, the merging of calm and chaos. And on the boundary, the divide, were two bikepackers, two weary and inspired CDT travelers.

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Day 102 – Last full day on the CDT proper


Tires sliding on rock, heads continually scanning the horizon. Hoping, hoping that the next false summit will be true. Feet sliding, too. Incredulous. This is an unholy climb. It’s late in the day, and we wish it was later so it would be camp time.

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