N+1 = ideal number of bikes to own
A common understanding amongst bike enthusiasts, this simple math equation holds true as gospel for many who ride.
Mathematically, I’m increasingly convinced I would be well-served adding a proper gravel bike as a companion to my current mountain bike. Doing so will allow me to better explore and venture deeper into forest roads.
It’s just simple math really.
It’s been all cowbells and cow pies since this gang moved into the neighborhood.
Located on the west side of the Grand Teton Mountains, I’ve continually heard great things about the mountain bike riding at Grand Targhee Resort.
Unlike many resort bike parks, Grand Targhee and the immediate surrounding area offer many cross-country (XC) trails, which compliment the downhill (DH) specific trails. As a general rule, I’m definitely a big fan of XC riding and was excited to explore the area.
A couple days of of mostly smoke-free riding at Grand Targhee has been a blast. Yesterday was XC heaven while today I cheated and rode chairlifts to the top for numerous DH runs.
I was really impressed with this small town resort and highly recommend the area. I cannot wait to get back (likely next summer) for an extended stay and lots more riding throughout the broader Teton Valley.
It was smooth sailing through the border crossing Sunday morning.
With quick stops in Kalispell and Missoula (Montana) ahead of today’s arrival to our current (west) Grand Tetons location, I doubt we will have any problems re-acclimating to quiet, spacious, and free camping.
But we won’t know for sure until we give it a try.
In the meantime, I’ll continue efforts unwinding my mind off the metric system.
Ninety minutes and 2,292 feet later, we saved ourselves (CAD) $58 each by walking to the top.
The walk down was much easier.
Increasingly, enjoying scenes like these are becoming my preferred version of Casual Friday.
Today, on the eve of Memorial Day weekend, atop two wheels I enjoyed the sweet smell of Spring. As I whooshed along smooth trails, marveling at the wild flowers basking in their own glory, I couldn’t believe I had the trails all to myself.
A good thing to as the scenery invoked movie memories resulting in my singing aloud to myself “the hills are alive …”.
Despite what must have been me being woefully out of tune, I still think the Von Trapp family would appreciate my carefree spirit and approve.
Forty-eight hours post arrival, there is not much to report from our campsite in Pine Creek Campground. We arrived Sunday afternoon to temperatures flirting with upper 80’s levels, which for us is akin to an inferno. Since then, Mother Nature has been behaving in a schizophrenic manner, seemingly incapable of choosing between thundering rain storms or blue skies.
At least the temperatures are now hoovering at pleasant levels, which I suppose is about all one can ask for.
As for Kelly and me, we’ve had our noses pointed mostly at our laptop screens. In other words – routine days with nothing especially significant or interesting to report.