Now I am going to go take a shower and see if I can thaw out my toes.
I just love to ride my bike!
|Trail up Cottonwood Canyon|
|Gotta love the leaves|
|Trent's sweet downhill trail|
|Almost a single track here|
|Sulfer in the creek adds a milky blue to the water|
|Waterfall above the hot springs|
One hot summer’s day a fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of grapes just ripening on a vine which had been trained over a lofty branch. “Just the things to quench my thirst,” quoth he. Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch. Turning round again with a one, two, three, he jumped up, but with no greater success. Again and again he tried after the tempting morsel, but at last had to give it up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying: “I am sure they are sour.”
Moral : “It is easy to despise what you cannot get.”
“Until recently I had been plotting, planning and working toward my own south pole attempt. Different route, different mentality, entirely different style than yours.
“I started researching every aspect from every angle back in 2004, and spent the next 6 years fiddling with gear, nutrition, and all of the little things that would ultimately give me a fighting chance once on the ice. Recently, after much thought and introspection, I've concluded that I wouldn't get enough enjoyment out of it to make it worth doing. A lack of interesting things to look at along the way is my main reason for losing interest. And that's not even factoring in the enormous cost of getting to and from the continent.”
|Nunataks on the way to Hercules Inlet|
|A blanket of ice drifting |
around my tent
|A "penguin" walking in the sastrugi.|
|My bike somewhere in Antarctica|
If you click on the picture to see the
full sized image, you can see a seemingly
endless track left by my bike and sleds.
Also if you know what you are looking
at you can see Juan's ski tracks.
|On the plane headed north. |
A little frostbit on the face