Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

When nature is administering an ass whooping, I usually deliberately slow down. If you’re soaking wet, or cold, or lost, or twisted an ankle, or it’s dark when you planned on being in camp by sunset… you’ve already made one … Continue reading →

I can’t say I didn’t have ample warning. This particular engine of mayhem spent hours building up in the distance; only to steamroll me when the time was right. Bad luck, the only rock shelter overlooked a small canyon and … Continue reading →

The mystery and joy of “adventures” is that time becomes malleable. It was mid-afternoon and I’d already lived a year’s fun. I’d been through regret and uncertainty as my little bike struggled over a high altitude pass on smooth pavement. … Continue reading →

After the cattle drive I had to make the first decision of the trip. The path splits in two. There’s an “alternative” (or “advanced”) option and there’s what I can’t help but call the “lame ass wimp” option. Here I … Continue reading →

Leaving Lovell WY. No further pictures from the climb up route 14A. This was taken after all the exciting parts were done and I pried my hands off the steering wheel. Bear Lodge is a little rundown but it’s also … Continue reading →

[When I left this story I was in my Dodge blasting down the highway with a motorcycle on a trailer and some camping gear in the back seat. I was heading south out of Montana; muttering under my breath “me … Continue reading →

[Note: I’m using real map data so you can follow along on Google Maps or the WYBDR page, should you care to do so.] “You can’t always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, well you just might … Continue reading →