It’s hard to put day 3 into words so this post will be brief. It was the most physically and mentally challenging day I have ever had on a bike. In Morgan’s words, “It was bullshit. Hell on earth.”
(He also said he’d do it again.)
It’s hard to put day 3 into words so this post will be brief. It was the most physically and mentally challenging day I have ever had on a bike. In Morgan’s words, “It was bullshit. Hell on earth.”
(He also said he’d do it again.)
Day 2 is co-authored by Morgan; many photos are from him as well
It’s important to begin our recap of day two by starting with night one. While sitting around the hot tub Morgan set our expectations for the next day’s riding – in particular, that there would be about 1,000ft of climbing throughout the ~60mi day. This seemed reasonable since the elevation profile we had seen online went downhill. And since it was the climbing (and uphill push-biking) the day before that was the biggest mood killer, we were banking on day two being better.
During the winter, my buddy Morgan got it in his head that we should do a mountain bike bikepacking trip over spring break. With unpredictable spring weather in the Northeast, he looked south. And east. And that’s how we ended up in California attempting the Stagecoach 400 route.
We’re out here riding the Stagecoach 400 route. It’s day 3 and I can safely say this is the most physically and mentally challenging riding I have ever done. We started as 4 riders and are already down to two.
More updates to come once we reenter civilization.
Last year for my last birthday, Charly and I spent a week in California exploring Yosemite National Park. I sadly never made a post about it!
This year for Charly’s birthday we went out west again, but this time to Nevada, Arizona, and Utah to visit National Parks out there. The photos in this post were taken by both of us.
Israel was a blast. I was back visiting friends I’d made in just 5 months but hadn’t seen in a year.
We drank, danced, played, worked, talked, laughed, lamented, explored, and ate a lot of hummus together.
No, not my birthday, but a birthday nonetheless.
As is becoming a tradition, a big group of us – mostly friends from the rock climbing gym – went up to New Hampshire for Simone’s birthday.
Last weekend I went to New Hampshire with Julian and Erin to get our boat-drivers certifications. Now I can now drive a boat in 49 states! (I should probably find out what that last one is….)
We also learned how to wakeboard, which is really exhausting.
I killed one terrarium along the way but consider it a fair price to pay for aquatic freedom.