Routes

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.

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.

Western Oregon has more gravel than anyone could ride in a lifetime. In the rain, it is also the emptiest place I know.

Slickrock, sand and a lot of water weight: a week of early starts and long lunches in the shade across the canyon country of southern Utah.