This was one hell of a ride. Cold, dirty, multiple swims. One that gets joked about a lot.
I wish someone had warned me. I’ll admit, I was drawn in by all the Instragram photos, blogposts and dirtbag articles detailing the adventures. I…
I’m soaking wet and shivering. There is a small waterfall pouring over slick rock just to my right and I am standing in the pool…
Time? Not entirely sure. It’s somewhere between when the orange line on the horizon begins to form and when the sun finally pops up over…
The sweat is dripping down through my helmet which is sitting on top of my cycling cap, dragging sunscreen into my eyes. It’s hot and…
We’ve been walking in the stream for a couple of miles. Mama Bear has one place on her mind, a pothole we saw when we…
My first memories of the esplanade are not that old. KB had always wanted to go south to the edge of the Grand Canyon, but…