Mountain biking is my jam. I love it. I love fast, flowy descents, I love tough technical climbs, I love rock gardens that make my teeth chatter, I love drops and jumps, I love everything about the sport! Each year I try to explore new trails and new destinations as well as returning to familiar ground. Below you'll find some guides and adventures of where I've been and what I've ridden. Enjoy!
Mountain bike area guides
When most people think of mountain biking in Utah, what comes to mind are the classic red slickrock trails of Moab. But while there is undeniably some fantastic mountain biking to be had in Moab (I’m looking at you Porcupine Ridge), there are tons of other epic mountain bike destinations in Utah. Enter Hurricane – pronounced ‘Her-ah-kun’ by the locals.
Mountain Biking Adventures
I'm back in Baja! And it feels fantastic. It's been about 5 years since I was last down here working on the Sea Lion and Sea Bird and I have sorely missed its incredible wildlife, stunning sunsets, and clear blue waters that light up with bioluminescence at night. It is such a special place.
After disembarking the Quest in Panama and eating and drinking my way through Casco Viejo, I made my way to San Francisco where I had a great surprise waiting for me. My new niece!
This past summer, I found myself spending 10 glorious weeks in magical and stunning Southwest England. I had somehow managed to land an amazing housesitting opportunity just north of Exeter in a small little town called Stawley.
I found the good stuff, woot woot! But to be truly honest, this was actually my second attempt at this loop. The first attempt went something like this: spend 15 minutes backtracking again and again at the start because I wasn’t really sure where the right trail began, huff and puff up a pretty mellow incline that felt like Everest, backtrack again, eventually find the first downhill but grumble and curse because it’s basically a rock pile, hike-a-bike up a ridiculous climb, climb some more, call it quits for the day.
Well, what an ill-fated ride this one was! First of all, I wasn't really 'feeling it' when I headed out that morning. I was tired and honestly didn't feel like exerting any energy which I knew I definitely would be because there isn't a flat mile in south west England.
This was another loop through Exmoor National Park which, I came to discover, is a pretty fantastic place. Everywhere I went was stellar: great views of Bristol Bay on the north coast, field after field of peaceful grazing sheep and cows, wooded valleys and grassy hilltops, and (my favorite) wild ponies!
I decided to start my Southwest England mountain biking endeavor in Exmoor National Park because I hadn't been there yet and the temperatures at 'home' were soaring (for England). I thought it might be a bit cooler by the coast.