For about two weeks every autumn the larch trees turn gold, and the forests of the inland Northwest look lit from the inside.
Author: Maren Holt
Three days on the Olympic coast
Driftwood, sea stacks and a tide table taped to my top tube: three days of sand, forest roads and cold camps along the wild edge of Washington.
Riding in the fog
Some of my favourite hours on a bike have been the ones where I could not see more than fifty metres ahead.
Above the treeline in the North Cascades
A two-day loop on old fire roads that climbs out of the forest into open meadows, with a camp high enough to watch the peaks turn pink.
Sunset camps and cold dinners
On hot trips I stopped cooking dinner altogether. It turned out to be the best change I made all summer.
Logging roads in the rain
Western Oregon has more gravel than anyone could ride in a lifetime. In the rain, it is also the emptiest place I know.