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Thursday, January 21, 2010


is warm for Fairbanks or Bettles but still chilly. Extra cold, for us, means nice and toasty inside. (Virtually) without guilt of having to spend $5/gallon on fuel we compliment our furnace with a woodstove. Though I didn't expect to get this warm- must've been that Yukon wood.

My first video.. for the family.. sideways.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Machines , machines, machines...

After biking, swimming and doing basically human powered “stuff” exclusively I just felt the need to get out on the snow machine and open it up. Saturday night while Sarah went to the grocery store for a long shopping spell I got on my machine for a little over an hour “work out” riding. One may think snow machining could not be a work out but that just means you haven’t ridden hard enough. I’ll never forget dry heaving after my first snow machine race, it was exhausting. I left town and headed down the coast following the same trail I biked in my previous post. It was night, the stars were out and once you leave town you’re on your own. As the minutes ticked past I kept edging the machine faster and faster. It was all standing to absorb the incredibly rough hard packed trail. Past the cape really opened it up past safety, before I knew it I was at the spot where it took me 5 hours to bike the weekend before. I turned around and went home ever increasing my pounding. I returned home covered the machine and took off my helmet, heavy gear and sat down when Sarah walked in. By bike that same route took me 12 hours. Man that felt good.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Bringing in the New Year Properly

On New Years day I had planned on a long fully loaded yet casual training ride. Where I went depended on the conditions but if all was smooth I would have enjoyed a flight back from White Mountain 70 miles away. Things were smooth but not that smooth.

I intended to ride with a ridiculous luxurious load, bike weighed 71 lbs to be exact, on my skinny tire 26-er piece-o-shat since my fatbike is in Anchorage. Not surprisingly, It held up to its unreliability by having considerable mechanical failure at about mile 22.

With an increasing 25 mph biting headwind going into Topkok and a sketchy bike to boot I decided not to commit to additional 40 miles of pushing. Over a tasty gummi bear and a beautiful Bering Sea sunset, mile 28 would be more than a sufficient half way point.

I knew my plan had been a little too ambitious and instead I teased out a pleasant return ride with a tailwind though I did have to push the last 10 miles into town, the bike simply wouldn't respond to my trail fixins'. I was very tempted to decorate the trail with my bike and leave it.

The moon was blood red when it rose and I sure wish I had a more traditional camera to take these kinds of pictures. It was incredible.

The trail was pretty good especially down the coast but still some pushing even if I did have a fatbike. All in all a good ride, felt great and nice to shake out the gear.