A Philosophy of Lightpacking

What I’m after is carrying not very much, yet just enough.

Taiwan Photo album I

Riders: Brian Berry, Sophie Edmondson, Johnny Hsu, Donalrey Nieva, Mike Simpson, Karen Yung.

williamstown, ma Ride atlas

These routes represent the cumulative wisdom of nearly two decades of the Tuesday Night Ride originating in Williamstown, Massachusetts.

Deerfield-Hawley overnighter

A splendid overnighter with a perfect crew.

FAT BIKES ON POPHAM BEACH, MAINE

Kolasin, Montenegro

A monument complex built in 1975 to commemorate the first assembly of the National Anti-Fascist Council of the Peoples Liberation of Montenegro and Boka.

Designed by Slovenian Marko Mušič.

Montenegro Journal

Grabbed a shortcut, wading through wildflowers, abandoned stone road, river trudging, following gps track. Then another million hour dirt climb to the highway, pummeling rain.

Spomeniks in Serbia

Belgrade socialist architecture

Dream that we might like to live in an angular, ordered space with width like the transparency of thought itself.

SIngle Speeding in Oaxaca

The San José del Pacífico tour is not exactly single speed friendly, which I knew in advance, but I kinda cornered myself into it. Which was glorious and great but also colossally stupid because I’m old. Obviously, it was the perfect bike for the job and I enjoyed the challenge.

Gold camp overnighter

We were a happily motley bunch, with nary a “normal” bike amongst us. Fixie Dave and I were on Bike Friday’s new All-Packa folding ATB (Dave’s was fixed gear, of course), Chris was on a Velo Orange Neutrino mini-velo with a fixed gear and pulling a trailer to haul Eddy Merckx, and Micah rode his singlespeed Surly Karate Monkey.

Grasslands, Buttes, and the Maah Daah Hey

With summer ending and craving a last reflection: I’d been to 49 U.S. States, North Dakota was the only one missing. Flew to Williston, rode the Maah Daah Hey Trail down to Medora. The last week has been transcendent. Not a splinter of shade over the dust and palimpsest of extraction, geomorphology, western mythology. Riding solo through exquisite sadness and exultation, 150 kilometers of singletrack skimming a parallel dimension of 19th century lore and desolation, an infinity of heat or clay or cricket clouds. And then a headlong return back into corporeality on dirt roads and highways defined by oversized load trucks and hazy decoherence. Invited by heat and time to be tolerant of loneliness and grateful for the lucid fractal hallucinations it makes possible. Laying in the vanishing coolness thinking about how to make myself not think anymore, just waiting until massless photons crushed my gravity into cyclical forward existential abyss.

Scotland Photo Album II

Rider: Brian Berry

Scotland photo album I

Rider: Jack Lyons