I threw my snowshoes, hiking pole and a daypack filled with essentials into my Ford Ranger and drove north. The designated snowshoe trails that I visited in both Flambeau and Brule River state forests were relatively short, from a half mile to two and a half miles in length. In most Wisconsin state forests, you can snowshoe just about anywhere, as long as you stay off groomed cross-country ski trails. So this leaves snowshoeing distances up to your choosing.
Fat bikes are coming to the Kickapoo Valley Reserve, a sprawling 8,600-acre nature preserve and recreational area hidden away in the substantial hills and hollows of western Wisconsin. And they’re arrival may lead to even bigger things.
Last year we were left stumbling by the unceasing cold that settled like a 60-day cloud of depression. This year we got gut punched by the Packers, an ache that will linger long after the cold fades.
With all the complaining I do about riding in the extreme cold, you may be surprised that I help out with the group Madison Bike Winter. Yes, I actually ride with and plan events for a group that counts down the days until the winter solstice in June.
I greeted friends, former co-workers, students and neighbors for over four hours at her funeral. It was harder than any race we ever did together because this time she wasn’t there, let alone running or skiing, alongside me.
I paddle from the Spring Equinox to the Winter Solstice, then I let my boats lay fallow for a season. They receive a well-deserved rest, while other activities take up my time.
Wham! I slammed face first into the stern of a kayak. The paddler, part of the swim support crew, had entered the swim zone to attend to another struggling swimmer. Trying to regain my composure and wipe away the blood streaming from my nose, I moved on. That was only the first of several crashes that day.
What happens when a bicycle shop chooses to broaden its focus on selling bikes but to include bicycling advocacy? Something pretty darn special happens. You’d think every bike shop in the world would also advocate for bicycling, and many do. But it’s rare I find one which works so hard at it as North Central Cyclery and Axletree.
The Chequamegon Fat Tire Festival and other mountain biking events have bankrolled a substantial amount of the singletrack that now exists in the Chequamegon area, nearly 90 miles worth, according to the Chequamegon Area Mountain Bike Association, which began building singletrack in 1999.
XC Skiing with Mitch Mode
I have learned to take comfort on rainy days when dawn brings grayness and haze settles on the land as a heavy blanket.