It was almost 15 years ago that I decided I needed a change. I was more than 100 pounds overweight and out of shape. A workaholic lawyer, I was more likely to stay up all night at the printer than to walk around the block.
I can’t believe how quickly our trip is passing! We’re only two days ride from West Yellowstone! Here’s what happened as we pedaled from Missoula south through the Bitterroot Valley.
From the wide open spaces of Grangeville, our biking journey took us along the Lewis and Clark trail through the narrow canyons of the Clearwater and Lochsa rivers, over Lolo Pass and into the Bitterroot Valley to Missoula.
We had absolutely no internet or cell coverage in these narrow canyons, so it’s time to catch up!
For days, we’ve heard about the steep, winding, almost 13 mile climb up White Bird Summit. After days of riding and tired legs, would we make it? Read more.
I can hardly believe it! We are halfway through our 1200 mile bike tour! Time for an overview of where we’ve been since I last posted.
The scenery continues to be consistently amazing – such varied and beautiful environments! But the past few days weren’t consistent from a cycling experience – I went from the struggle bus to starting to gain my cycling legs!
A Magical Ride
Today was one of those almost perfect days – beautiful weather, great scenery, relatively flat cycling and less than 60 miles riding. A day that makes you fall in love with biking all over again.
When I drove along the course of our bike route back in July, I knew the seemingly never ending climb up McKenzie Pass on day 3 would be a huge challenge for someone following the world’s worst training plan. The good news – I survived!
And just like that, day one of the bike tour is complete – 78 miles from Florence to Eugene. Plenty of miles to enjoy beautiful scenery and reflect.
To catch you up, I completed marathon 41, state 41 at Mt. Hood, Oregon in July. Since the beginning of the year, I’ve been laser focused on completing all 50 states in spring of 2020 (perhaps “like a cow headed to the barn” is a better description.) But circumstances have led me to embark on the dumbest training plan in the world for my next marathon – the Chicago marathon.