Bikepacking through headwinds in the Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument.
A taste of summer floated through the air, sweet and warm. Green nubs sprang to life on the branches of the aspen trees. Tiny wildflowers grinned skyward, covering the green meadows in patches of yellow, blue, and white. The mountains sighed in relief. Another winter was breaking. Snowy cirques melted into frigid run-off that splashed its […]
As miserable as I felt, I had been worse before. Yeah, it was hot. I was thirsty. But I was healthy. The bike was working well enough. Even if I didn’t find water, I had drunk enough to live for a few more hours. Dire, yes. But not DIRE. Nevertheless, I contemplated looking for a shady tree to die under.