Big Bird's Adventures

Back in May I posted that I had a bike packing adventure that I was prepping for in June. Later in May I trialed my equipment in a 500 mile loop leaving from my home in Ocean, NJ and riding a somewhat loop clockwise through Pennsylvania, New York and then a ferry ride back to New Jersey. By the time I started this trip my basic plan was as follows:

• Start with Glacier National Park
• Ride two weeks on the Great Divide Mountain Bike Ride (GDMBR) with Denise and Rebecca
• Ride to Orange City Iowa for Ragbrai LII
• Ride Ragbrai LII to the Eastern border of Iowa
• Ride Home to New Jersey

At this point in the trip, I was definitely planning to ride all the way home, though I wasn’t entirely confident that I would make it, not was I set on a route from the Ragbrai end in Guttenberg where there wasn’t a Mississippi crossing. I felt that to better my chances of completing this feat I should break the adventure up into some logical phases where I think I would call the GDMBR Phase 1. Why not call Glacier Phase 1? I feel like the phases should be devoted to getting home again, and my time in Glacier did nothing to advance my progress home. It was merely a destination bucket list item, where I could hone my condition a wee bit more before the ladies arrived.

Day 1 – I saved my daughter the frustration of yet another uber early flight out of Newark and hired an Uber to pick me up at 3:30 in the AM hours. Since this was a one way trip with the bike, I re-purposed the original box my Lynsky was delivered in as one piece of luggage, however that overall weight was limited to 50 pounds. I had purchased the lightest most compact duffel bag I could find to shove everything else I would need into and checked that as my second bag. In addition to that I brought a knapsack to carry on which would contain my lithium battery based accessories as well as the cycling clothing I would change into at the airport. I needed to make sure this time that I had everything I needed as calling daughter #1 to bring those things was out of the question.

The uber was awaiting me when I opened the garage door. I was dressed in my comfort clothes that I would be wearing for the forseeable future. While it wasn’t cold in NJ when I left, it might be cooler in Montana where I was to land, so I traveled in my long sleeved shirt and a brandy new pair of lightweight pants. Remember, weight is everything. The driver helped me get the box into his vehicle, an Uber XL to be sure the room was there, and we were off.

The first surprise of the trip came at the airport. I was flying United Airlines, and when I used the kiosk that issues baggage tags, it only issued me one tag and then I realized the interface for checking in was perhaps a little ambiguous when it came to my luggage. Somehow I thought I had added both items to be checked, but it was only the bike that I had checked and paid some $200 for that privilege. It was early and I spotted the agent that handled issues and dragged my stuff over having only one person ahead of me. When it was my turn I explained what happened and then she proceeded to make my day a lot brighter when she informed me that bikes are not charged for on United, so I would get a $200 refund, and since I bought this flight with my United Card, my first checked baggage was free so I only had to pay $25 for the extra checked item. Sweet!

I would say that put a little lightness in my steps through the airport however I realized as soon as I entered the facility that the lightweight sandles I had purchased at Sierra Trading Post had a sole of concentric ovals which acted like suction cups on smooth surfaces, and we all know how smooth the floors are in airport terminals. I had to walk very conciously to minimize how much of the shoe was fully planted. Occasionally enough of a suction would develop and interrupt my step. I almost went down a couple of times walking to my gate.

No issues with the actual flight, we landed on time in Kalispel. It was before noon, and already the outdoor temps were in the 70’s. At baggage claim I got a very rude awakening. My bike box was going around the carousel and it was open. It wasn’t open around the taped portion that I had sealed but rather bottom of the box had been pried open. That is the part of the box that still had the original staples and was way more secure than the the tape. Fucking TSA. The X-Ray system they have certainly can “see” everything inside the box, so exactly what the fuck are they inspecting when they open the box? And more importantly, if they are opening sealed boxes, then why the fuck don’t they tape fucker back up? What a fucking bunch of assholes. While nothing was loose inside, there was a bag of things that could easily have fallen out. Fortunately nothing was lost and I reassembled the bike right there in baggage claim. My plan was not to get a hotel that night but rather to ride right out of the Airport to Glacier with a stop in town at the local REI to buy some fuel and whatever else I think I might need. Fuel was the main purchase though. I changed in the bathroom and packed everything on the bike. The box I dragged over to the trash can and I was getting ready to leave when the attendant who kept the area tidy asked me to help her with the box. She pointed out an outdoor 40 yard container behind some fencing and I got one of the construction crew to take the box after I dragged it over there.

Now I could leave :). I plotted a route to the REI, which was in the opposite direction of Glacier, but I had plenty of time. I set out and wasn’t a half mile down the busy stretch of U.S. Route 2 before my phone started ringing. It was Susan (my wife), so I answered and asked her to wait while I got far enough off the road and into some shade so I could take her call. She was upset because the efforts I had made the day prior to address an issue with our car insurance coverage hadn’t been fully resolved and as of that moment our insurance was cancelled and she had already spent a couple of hours on the phone with The Hartford and had gotten nowhere with them and her frustration level was already in the red. There was paperwork that had to be signed and delivered to them the day prior, and I had spent hours on the phone getting the directions to follow. I printed it out, signed it, drove it to over to Susan for her to sign, and then drove home, scanned it and then attached it to an email addressed correctly. The instructions were to put the policy number in the “Subject:” line but those instructions didn’t say “Just the policy number” so I probably typed “Policy Number: mypolicynumber” and pressed send. It didn’t bounce back and I had a record of it being sent. Apparently the code that reads the Subject line choked on it so it didn’t get routed properly. I told Susan I would see what I could do from the side of the highway, 2000 miles from home. I will spare you the boring details, but after about an hour, I was able to resolve the problem with the agent I had on the line, and I had her email both me and Susan an offical email stating that our standing was now in good order and our autos were in fact still insured.

With that headache behind me, the next headache was getting to the REI. My RidewithGPS route was fairly straight forward however once I left the busy Route 2. I was riding on shoulderless roads that were not untraffic’d and my first taste of Montana drivers was not a favorable one. I was getting used to the weight and handling of the bike again, and being weighed down made even the short little climbs hard and slow. I probably should have taken the lane completely but I tried to be a nice player but many passed while opposing traffic was on the road and hairs on the back of my neck were raised many a time. The next big obstacle was a section of Reserve Drive that was getting major work done and there was no shoulder at all to hide on and the entire stretch was bordered by those concrete barriers and all indications were that the traffic was heavy as in quantity and heavy as in gross tonnage, so I rode the sidewalk for the next mile until I got the turn that would take me to the REI.

At the REI I brought my bike inside, found and purchased the fuel cannister and then walked over to the bike area to seek out the mechanic who I asked about a safe route to Glacier. It turns out he was living in Columbia Falls, and often commuted to work on his bike and so gave me a safe route to follow that far. Beyond that he said Route 2 was okay until it reached Bad Rock Canyon, which would be dodgy, but then after that the bike trail would take me the rest of the way in without having to deal with 2 anymore. That is what I did, and the commute ride to Columbia Falls was indeed traffic free for the most part and quite scenic. In Columbia Falls I got onto a wide shoulder along Route 2 and all was fine until I got to the canyon. While there are plans on the books to build some kind of bike path structure, there currently is not one, and priority of the space between the rock wall and the Flathead River was given to the 2 lanes of traffic, leaving almost nothing to ride on. What was there contained a certain level of loose gravel as well making it difficult to maintain a straight line all the while traffic refusing or mostly refusing to move the fuck over and in many cases refusing to slow down. The posted speed limit through there was 70. 70 fucking mile per hour. I will say that the shoulder on the other side of the road did seem a little more pronounced but crossing the road seemed out of the question, and I rode the next quarter mile with white knuckles. At that moment I had serious doubts that I was going to live long enough to finish this ride.

On the other side of the canyon the shoulder returned, and once I crossed the Flathead river then the bike path began, and it all got a lot safer really quickly. I rode the bike path the rest of the way wondering how I was going to get back to Kalispel at the end of the week. I turned off of 2 and rode beneath the rail tracks and into the small village of West Glacier that lay just outside the boundaries of the park. I breathed a sigh of relief and rode into the park straight to the Apgar campground where I found that the official park website needed some updating. The site said that a certain number of spots were set aside for cyclists who ride in and didn’t say anything about having to reserve a spot ahead of time which is what the camp caretaker told me when I got there. She told me not to worry, all I had to do was ride back to the visitor center where I could jump on the wife and use the Recreation.gov app to secure a reservation. I did that and when I returned I was directed to a spot that had plenty of room and multiple raised tent sites. I decided then and there that I would camp there all three nights and limit my Glacier activity to day rides based out of that spot. I didn’t see the need to move my camp each day, and I could see most of what I wanted to see, which was to climb Logan Pass, and to see about finding an alternative to Route 2 for my return.

I setup my tent, found the shower facility and got myself cleaned up and changed into my comfort clothes and then put all my aromatic items plus my food into my bear cannister and rode my bike over to Apgar Village where I knew there was a bar that I could probably get some tasty IPA beverages. It was a short hop on the bike path past the visitor’s center where I found a segment of the path occupied by a small group, 10-12, of young people doing something on their phones. I stopped and asked what was special and was told that this little patch had 2 bars of T-Mobile service. I checked my device, and sure enough I had 2 bars which disappeared quickly when I moved just a few feet outside of that zone. Sure they could have walked the extra distance to the Visitors Center, however the free wifi there came in 20 minute chunks. Yes, you had to re-authorize every 20 minutes. Eddie’s Mercantile contained a standard wares store as well as a food/drink bar which is where I set up shop for the evening. There were plenty of seats at the bar and I say myself down and was taken care of immediately by the bar keep. I forget what his name was but this was his first summer working in Glacier, he might have been from the Southeast and was here for the season. The bar was cozy, the ceiling was a pressed tin ceiling, showing that the place was built some time ago. There were tables inside as well as out on the deck. I just wanted a bar seat where I could type out my daily log and make my first instagram post for the trip. While I was there I decided on my plans for the rest of the week. I was there for 3 nights before I would ride back to Kalispell to meet the girls. The weather looked warmer for a Logan Pass ride on Thursday, so I decided that on Wednesday I would seek out the Inner North Fork road and ride as far as I wanted to go before turning around and returning. It appeared to be gravel most of the way. Afterwards I noticed that there were some alternatives to Route 2 that needed exploring so I would devote the second ride of the day to that exercise.

I wandered back to my campsite as the light was fading and was surprised to find that it was 10:30 and still quite light out. Those higher latitudes, and on the cusp of the Summer Solstice, and maybe my longitude within the Mountain Time Zone, all contributed to a lot of daylight hours. On the positive side, I see that someone bikepacking in these lattitudes actually had quite a long day to accomplish the daily task. Some time after the sun finally did go down, I had to get up to pee and while I was up there was park service truck at the camp site, and it stayed there for sometime while it dropped off a cyclist. I would meet this cyclist in the morning and went back to bed. Day 1 Strava, Day 1 Instagram

Day 2 – When the sun sets late, it also rises early pearly and so I had to ignore the dawn at 4am and force myself to stay in my tent until 6 when I finally arose to face the new day. My neighbor was up and boiling water and we exchanged friendly waves. Closer to the road was a hastily setup tent where the late night arrival setup. I boiled my own water for coffee drinks, and breakfast oatmeal, I had brought enough breakfast meals for my stay in the park. It was a cool morning and I was dressed for that as I enjoyed my morning repast. My neighbor came over to introduce himself, Joe, and he was just getting started as well. He took the train in from Seattle to Whitefish, with the plan to ride back to Seattle along the Adventure Cycling Associations Northern Tier Route. He was staying 2 nights before setting off and was trialing the bikepacking thing. He didn’t want to commit to something too ambitious should he get started and realize some kind of issue. Issue? Either you have the right gear or your don’t. You will either like it or you won’t. Everyone who is a cyclist knows that cycling is exercise in embracing the suck for the rewards that you can reap. Those rewards are many and include great scenery, better health, a longer life and other benefits. Along the way you have ups and downs. The ups always outweight the downs in most cases. The ride in from Whitefish was pleasant, and did not include Route 2, so I was already very hopeful for what I would find when I explored later that day.

Our late night arrival was finally up and moving and came down to say hello. The Rangers picked him up somewhere after dark along the road coming in from Logan Pass and felt it was too late for him to be on the road. He had planned on staying closer to Logan Pass but but that campground wasn’t open and he was forced to keep riding when the Rangers came upon him. He had quite a lot of stuff, both front and rear panniers and he had ridden all that up the Eastern approach to Logan Pass. Quite the feat. He packed up and continued on his way, I forget exactly what his plans were but he was out riding around, and I believe he was in his early 70’s.

I filled my water bottles, grabbed some snacks and hit the road bound the road that gives access to all the lakes up the NW portion of the park. Those lakes are all primitive camping, no villages, no services other than pit toilets. Kinta Lake being the furthest one up the road was the starting (and ending) location for a backpacking trip I tried to arrange in 2024, but I was unable to get the permits, and we ended up going to the High Unitas in Utah. Even without my gear, it was a challenging ride with many climbs along the way. During one climb I rounded a bend to find to giant Cranes standing in the roadway with their younger offspring. I stopped, waiting for them to move along, but they just stared at me and went about their business. I could have just turned around, but I instead decided to walk my bike along the inner edge to get past them. I figured they would defend their baby, but I was wrong. The parents flew off leaving the younger crane to rush into the high grass. I figured that all would be fine, and I continued on. I went on as fast as the road appeared open which was just after it crossed a creek 16 miles into the ride. There a barrier prevented further auto access and while I was sure bikes were permitted further, I chose to turn around. I still had my other exercise to take care but on the way back I took an excursion off the road to walk down a trail to an old homesteading cabin that is maintained by the park service. I chose to walk my bike rather than lock it up at the trailhead, and while it was a nice walk, the further I got into it, the more I felt like even though my electronics were fine and I could call for SOS if needed, it just felt like I was playing with fire, walking so far off a secondary road. I didn’t run into anyone and there were no cars at the trailhead parking. Why take a chance? So I turned around, probably 300 yards short of my goal. I was in Grizzly country, and why put myself into a situation I might only think I was prepared for?

Back in West Glacier I stopped for a bite to eat before setting off to explore my return alternate. Just West on the bike path along 2 was Belton Stage road which wound its way through the land between 2 and the Middle Fork of the Flathead River. In some places there was enough room for 2 lakes. Later along the route it crossed the rail tracks and the river on Blankenship Road which after dropping off of higher ground maintained a stead grade all way to the Outer North Fork Road. There it was about 6 miles to Columbia Falls, so bypassing that dangerous canyon was a sure thing now, and I felt better knowing it. I retraced my route back to my campsite where I again grabbed a shower and got into my comfort clothes for another trip into the village where I found a different bartender and a slightly busier atmosphere. It was a little earlier than Tuesday night but I still found a seat at the bar where I was comfortable. I had some pasta and a couple of beers as I wrote the days events up again. I treated myself to a bourbon as well and then rode back to my campsite where I turned in before it got dark, again later than you might think. Day 2A Strava, Day 2B Strava, Day 2 Instagram

Day 3 – It was cool again in the morning. Almost too cold to get an early start though I probably should have. Today was Logan Pass day, a 100 kilometer total out and back ride there isn’t a lot along the way. I knew there was some kind of structure at the top and I just assumed that structure was food-based. I ate a normal oatmeal breakfast with two coffees but that was it. I did load my pockets with some protein bars but that would be it until I got to the top. As I sit here thinking about it, I did have some time constraints. From the West side you had to be at the top by 2PM otherwise you were supposed to turn around. Think the reasoning is that they just don’t want that many cyclists on the climb all afternoon. I don’t believe it is anything more than that. It’s about a 12 kilometer ascent, and it’s 38 kilometers just to get to the beginning, and though I didn’t know it specifically, there were a LOT of distractions along the way, as well as on the climb. The road follows McDonald Creek all the way to the base and that is nothing short of scenic. That is once you get to the creek because first you have get by McDonald Lake, which is also very scenic. Let’s just say it now. Glacier is one fantasitic jewel of the National Park system. There is no shortage of jaw dropping beauty and because of this I stopped often to take photos along the way, and that was before I even started the climb. The only other climb I have ever done that was this drop-dead gorgeous was the Million Dollar Highway route from Ouray to Silverton though the real beauty of that climb was on the Ouray side. As alpine as it can get, every turn had a jaw dropping vista, and before the top, you hit the glaciers, at least what is left of them. I could see the top when the clock struck 2 PM so maybe I was a mile shy and so I just kept going. If someone official had told me to turn around I would have complied, but I neither saw anyone who would say that nor did I want to, and so I stuck it out right to the top.

The top was busy and while it seemed like a large enough structure up there, as it turned out, they only had some snacks at the top and the ability to refill water. No gatorade, nothing. Just souvenir trinquets as well as maps and books about the park and of course, the pass itself. I was starving, and so I finished off my snacks, and whatever I had purchased and then I didn’t linger long. I had to get off the mountain and find something to eat, and the only place to take care of that was at the Lake MacDonald Lodge about 35 kilometers away. I had stopped at all the sights to see on the climb so there was no reason to stop on the way down. The only thing that slowed me down was the traffic. All those cars that I had pulled off when the pull offs came to let pass, did not reciprocate and pull off to let me descend, so once I ended up behind vehicles then it was a braking exercise the rest of the way down, and you may not be aware, but your hands to tire of squeezing the brake levers for that long a period of time. I was on my gravel bike, and so with the larger tires it doesn’t descend with the same speed as my road bike, so had the cars not been there I could have relaxed my grip for most of the descent. The road was narrow, and there just weren’t the opportunities to cross the line and pass so I braked.

Once I was off the mountain, then I rode steady tempo until I rounded a bend and saw the sign for the lodge. To be honest, I probably could have made it all the way back to the campsite and just repeated my routine of the prior two days, but I wanted to see the lodge. Like the lodge on the North Rim (No longer there) of the Grand Canyon the lodges of the other National Parks are just as scenic and steeped in park lore. I found the bar, a seat at the bar, and ordered an impossible burger with fries, and had one beer. I scarfed that down fairly quickly and then finished the ride back to camp, where once again, I repeated my daily cleanup and ended up at the bar again in Apgar Village writing out my adventures for the day. Day 3 Strava, Day 3 Instagram

Day 4 – Friday was a day to get an early start. The girls were coming in this day, and though today looked like it would stay dry, weather was blowing in and there could be showers here and there throughout the day, so better to get going early and beat that weather. I packed everything up again and loaded up the bike. I had consumed some of my food stores so it was a wee bit lighter on the return trip but it was still a heavy bike. I resolved that upon checking into my hotel I would find a UPS store and ship home some of the extras I had brought deciding that those luxuries weighed too much. The ride out of the park was uneventful, fortunately, and I followed my researched path all the way out to the North Fork Road (Route 93) with minimal interaction with 4 wheeled vehicles. Route 93 was empty in both directions so I turned South and began a new stretch of road for me. The should was wide, and it wasn’t terribly long before a vehicle passed me going 90. The speed limit was 80 on this road, so you can be sure that Montana car was going 90. There was not a lot of Southbound traffic on 93, and what traffic there was either moved over the yellow line and gave me a bigger buffer, or they didn’t. There was hardly any Northbound traffic, so they really could have all moved over. Let’s just say that the thought never crossed the minds of those that did not. once in Columbia Falls I simply reversed the route I followed to get to Glacier literally following it all the way back to the REI. Why did I go to the REI again? Well I wanted to see if they had anything in stock that could help my gearing. My bike was equipped with a SRAM 1×12 with a 40 tooth front chainring and an 11-44 rear cassette, thus giving me a 1st (or lowest) gear ratio of just slightly under 1/1. What I would have liked was to have maybe a 38 or even 36 as I could feel that the 40 was going to be a challenge on those longer climbs to come. The mechanic at the REI said that “yes” that is work they could do, however they don’t stock those rings and it would take a few days. They recommended a place in Whitefish, which I noted and then hurried to find my hotel as rain looked eminent and sure enough before I went a half mile further, I was getting rained on. I was fairly wet when I found my hotel, the Red Lion, a somewhat less than 3-star hotel on the edge of a dying (or dead) downtown mall. I checked in, found my room and got into some dry clothing and checked to see how the Denise and Rebecca were doing. Sadly their flight from Denver to Kalispel was either delayed or cancelled or both, and they were holding there awaiting the next flight.

When the rain stopped I loaded up my knapsack with all the stuff I wanted to send home and walked the two blocks to a UPS store where I was able to shp that stuff to Alyson’s home in the Highlands. I sent home my backpacking chair, my kindle, my iPad mini, the travel duffel, some extra duplicate tools. Afterwards I went back and grabbed all my laundry and took it to a local laundry mat where one load took care of everything. I was now ready for the main trip to begin, but the girls were still stuck in Denver. I also learned that I had misunderstood where they were starting from. I knew that this trip was a continuation trip and since they stopped in Whitefish the year prior, of course they would start in Whitefish again, but I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass and ask the same questions over and over again, but I found an old message on our thread that said we were starting from Kalispel so that is why I was in Kalispel and I came to find out that when they did get to the airport they were staying in Whitefish. My bad. I should have been my friend Kevin and simply asked.

With my laundry done and back at the hotel, I set out to find a place to eat. The mall was dead, however there was a local watering hole called Moose’s Saloon and it was just across the street so I headed over there. It was definitely a local place with a large bar and plenty of tables. The bar seemed to be full however as I was making the rounds I pulled up behind someone just as they threw money down on the bar, said their good byes and turned and left, leaving a single seat available and I was right there. So I sat down. The barmaid soon found me and I ordered a beer, and could see it was a cash operation at the bar so I threw a twenty out, which she took and made change. I looked at the change and there was seventeen dollars in change on the bar. I turned to the young man of color next to me (The only person of color in the whole bar) and asked “Did I just pay only three dollars for a beer?” which he acknowledged by saying “It’s a pretty damn good deal isn’t it?” and so began a long conversation with Nate the rest of the night. We chatted about many things and during all that I monitored my feed with Denise and Rebecca. They were finally scheduled to get into the airport around 1am and probably wouldn’t make it to their friend’s place until 3. With the weather sucking all day the next day we all agreed that we would start Sunday instead and that I would transfer up to Whitefish the next day. In the meantime I had more $3 beers and a fairly decent pizza before I bade farewell to Nate and returned for a good night’s rest. Day 4 Strava, Day 4 Instagram

Day 5 – Though it was supposed to rain all day, when I awoke and ate the rain had let up and the radar showed a window of opportunity. I found a place on the South side of Whitefish along 93 called The Inn at Whitefish, a 2 star that was way nicer than the 3 star Red Lion I had left in Kalispel. I did not ride 93 up there but instead rode a little further East to a paralell road that took me most of the way with little to no traffic. That eventually put me on a bike path which turned very single tracky and it was there that I think I lost one of my comfort shoes. I didn’t realize this until I arrived at The Inn and didn’t really sweat it all that much. I didn’t really like those shoes, and it was starting to rain so I decided that I would look for a new pair when the rain let up. There was a shop across the street that looked very promising and when the rain let up I walked over there in my cycling shoes. Not very comfortable but I had no choice. On the way over I passed a couple of gents who at the time didn’t register, but later I would find them in my hotel and they also were on a trip. In the store I found a pair Xero’s that I was familiar with so I picked those up and wore them back to the hotel. Back at the hotel I texted Denise and Rebecca, assuming they were awake by now, that I was in Whitefish now and did they want to get together for dinner that night. We agreed on a place and a time, Mambo’s at 7:00 and then I took a nap.

It was raining when it was time to go and I got an uber ride into town to avoid getting soaked walking there. I arrived early and got a beer at Blackstones before walking over to Mambo’s where I found Denise outside. I think Rebecca had either forgotten her wallet or maybe it fallen on the ground when they walked over but she was retracing her steps to retrieve it. It was so nice to see Denise, we laughed a lot to start with, and I can’t think of too many times when we weren’t laughing the entire two weeks we spent together. When Rebecca arrived we were shone to our seats, which resembled a bar but was not a bar. A counter with a bend in it and we were seated around the bend so it was easy to talk to each other. Mambo’s was an Italian restaurant that was a restaurant and not a pizza place, though they did make Neopolitan style pies. The food that I saw go by looked scrumptious and they had a decent wine selection and I offered to treat the ladies to a nice red wine with our meal. They accepted and we spent a very nice first meal together discussing our plans for the next day. The first day was going to be around 66 miles with a climb late in the ride and not a lot of service options along the way so it would be good to start with a full breakfast. We agreed to meet at Loula’s Cafe at 8am the next morning which would put us on the road no later than 10. That is how we left things at the end of the evening and we departed and I walked back to my hotel with some leftovers. Day 5 Strava, Day 5 Instagram

I didn’t think I was going to get very wordy in writing these summaries. I thought that I had put enough effort into my daily summaries that I could just copy/paste them into this page and tweak them a little bit but I just wasn’t able to do that. At least not yet. There wasn’t really all that much in the first two day’s posts so I felt a need to write more and then it just took off. As I recall this adventure over the following posts, I will not do it as a day by day post, but rather at the very least, a phase by phase posting where at this point in the story there were only 5 phases as listed at the top of this post.

In addition you can find composite panoramas from this adventure on my personal portfolio page here.

Tagged: adventure, Bicycle Touring, bike, Bike Packing, biking, Camping, Cycling, Travel

§ One Response to Bike About 2025 – Glacier National Park

• Zev Feldberger says:

  December 9, 2025 at 2:04 pm

  Wow, what an adventure, My legs feel tired just reading and seeing those inclines. I see the David Letterman beard is back

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