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In our latest Rider and Rig profile, we get to know Colorado-based ultra-endurance athlete Joe Grant (@alpineworks) and his single speed @mythcycles Wyvern. Find a post-ride video interview, photos of his colorful rig, and a profile of Joe put together by Colt Fetters (@coltfetters) up on our home page now...
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The sun had set behind the mountains, and as the light faded, hordes of tourists started disappearing from the Torres lookout.
Our legs ached after a day-long hike on our first day in Torres del Paine National Park in Chile. All the campsite we had spotted during the day were all already full. We kept on walking and eventually found ourselves in front of Torres peaks. With no place to sleep, we decided to spend the night there behind a giant boulder.
As the park rules don't permit the use of stove outside designated campsites, we used lukewarm water from our thermoses to mix with mashed potatoes powder. After stuffing our stomach with thick and cold bland paste, we rolled out mattresses on the rocky ground and slipped into our sleeping bags.
The grand view of the towers and the surrounding peaks filled our eyes in the dim light. In still air, all we could hear was our breath. We kept staring at those towers till our eyes started to close.
"What if a puma attacks us? We don't know what to do?" we wondered. I immediately opened up the offline Wikipedia app on my phone, and we keenly read about it. The article suggested to keep calm and stand tall, maintaining intense eye contact with the puma, and make loud but calm noise.
Before we went to sleep, each of us urinated in a different corner a few metres away from the camp to let pumas know it was our territory. "What if the puma sniffs our pee and considers it as a challenge and decides to reclaim its territory?" Fabio was not so sure despite having taken a pee.
At midnight, when I opened eyes, the sky was full of stars. The towers wore a black robe, but there was one dot of light on the Torre Central. A climber was on the move to the summit.
We woke up at 4:30 am and quickly packed our sleeping bags lest park rangers find us. When the first rays of sun hit the towers, the Torres towers bathed in golden light and their reflection on the turquoise Torres lake was a sight to behold.
Now over four years have passed, but I remember this place the most not for the starry night, or its golden sunrise, but for the urination we thought would keep us safe from pumas!
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Estilo de vida nômade!
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Acredito que o que nos move é a curiosidade e o inesperado!
Estar aberto e vivo para presenciar a beleza da natureza, seja em uma imponente montanha, ou nas cores de um Inseto.
Ser surpreendido pelas peculiaridades de uma nova cultura, e entender que não existe certo ou errado, apenas diferente! Abraçar e viver essa diferença, levar ela com vc na memória.
Expandir o leque de sabores do seu paladar, sair da zona de conforto, eliminar os preconceitos...
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Pode ser de Motorhome, moto ou a pé, mas uma coisa eu te garanto, se for de BICICLETA, pode esperar uma maravilhosa jornada!
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Nomad lifestyle!
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I believe that what drives us is curiosity and the unexpected!
Being open and alive to witness the beauty of nature, whether in an imposing mountain, or in the colors of a Bug.
Be surprised by the peculiarities of a new culture, and understand that there is no right or wrong, just different! And embrace and live that difference, and take it with you in your memory.
Expanding the range of flavors on your palate, leaving your comfort zone, eliminating prejudices ...
It can be by Motorhome, motorcycle or by foot, but a I guarantee you, if you go by BIKE, you can expect a wonderful journey!" • Regranned from @gastro.nomade
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Me and my undying love for cacti. 
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You will find me on my back wheel (a) when I need to show off to kids in the street 🦚 (b) when the hill is really really steep and I’m already 90% of my way to wheelieing anyway 📈 or (c) when I get to take all my bags off my bike and ride through the city like a hooligan! 📸 @gersantiago 
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Excerpt from “Chosen Family” in the upcoming fifth issue of The Bikepacking Journal, with words by Jalen Bazile (@jalenbazile) and photos by Adam Pawlikiewicz (@adamonthego).
“Tucked away in the South Platte region of Colorado on Ancestral Ute and Cheyenne Lands is a town called Florissant—a rural and quiet place so small you could hold your breath and drive through it. The forested smell of vanilla and butterscotch from ponderosa pines wisped through the air as we rode over shaded hillsides. We grinned from ear to ear while adjusting to being back on loaded bikes and feeling empowered as a group (of Black and brown riders).”
Read the full story in print by joining our Bikepacking Collective via the link in our profile, and follow @adamonthego and @jalenbazile for more.
📌 On Ancestral Ute and Cheyenne Lands
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I had discovered that I am the kind of person who cannot live comfortably, tolerably, on all-flat terrain. For the sake of inner equilibrium there has to be at least one mountain range on at least one of the four quarters of my horizon-and not more than a day’s walk away. [Edward Abbey]
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So Lars? What have you been up to the last 21 years? Ok. Here it is. Part 4 of The Lost Cyclist Chronicles:
2007: I continued my trip in Sudan and Ethiopia and went on to Kenya via the back then very seldom used route via the South Omo Valley and Lake Turkana. I cycled around Kenya without entry stamp and my visa was expired so I was a bit nervous when I was about to leave, but I was free to continue after a short interrogation at the border.
I went on across Uganda, Tanzania and Zambia. I stayed a long time in Kampala before I crossed the Equator and continued along Lake Victoria. I proceeded through Katavi National Park in Tanzania where I encountered elephants, giraffes, hippos and thousands of tsetse flies.
I crossed the Zambezi River and visited the Victoria Falls before I cycled on to Zimbabwe, Botswana, Namibia and South Africa. I crossed the Kalahari desert, Kohmas Highlands and Spreetshoogte Pass before I went down to Namib Rand nature reserve. I crossed the Orange River and followed the coast all the way to Capetown.
I flew to Argentina and travelled to Colombia via Uruguay, Paraguay, Bolivia, Peru and Ecuador. I cycled the Gran Chaco in Paraguay and stayed a night in the Mennonite village of Filadelfia. I continued to Bolivia and tried to climb Huayna Potosi, 6099m, but got fever and rested in a cabin meanwhile my friend summited. I also cycled down el Camino de la Muerte - the Bolivian death road. I went on to Lake Titicaca, Cusco and Machu Picchu - I walked for 8 hours along a railway track to save money on the train ticket (no roads to Machu Picchu). I went down to the sea and hitch-hiked and used public transport much of the coastal stretch in Peru. I cycled parts of Ecuador and crossed the Equator for the second time. The trip ended in December at the tropical beach of Santa Marta in northern Colombia. To be continued...
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Ruins always remind me that humans have been roaming on the same soil as me for thousands of years. 👣 I always think about what their life would have been like, how they lived, what they ate and what they might’ve thought about. 🌱 My favourite book in the world is called “Sapiens” by Yuval Harari. I’m actually reading it for the 3rd or 4th time right now. It’s a deep dive into the history of humanity, and it answers everything you could ever wonder about our ancestors. Plus, it gives really important context to modern life. Go on, add it to your book pile right now! 📚 
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Excerpt from “Chosen Family” in the upcoming fifth issue of The Bikepacking Journal, with words by Jalen Bazile (@jalenbazile) and photos by Adam Pawlikiewicz (@adamonthego):
“We gathered in a place that used to be home for me. It is safe and peaceful, yet wild and welcoming. It has that empty and forgotten feeling like the land has been sleeping for hundreds of years. However, as the only Black man, it was uncomfortable not to see myself reflected in the community.”
For this trip, Jalen invited @thegreenevan, @adamonthego, and @rachel.olzer to ride and climb in solidarity as his chosen family. Tune in tomorrow to read more about the story, and hit our profile link to get signed up to receive the new issue.
📌 On Ancestral Ute and Cheyenne Lands
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𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎
On the shore of Como Lake, looks like I'm staring far away dreaming of a bright future.
But actually I'm just hungry thinking about the next bar to have a second breakfast.
How many breakfasts do you usually have when traveling?
, BeDreaming
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Excerpt from “Chosen Family” in the upcoming fifth issue of The Bikepacking Journal, with words by Jalen Bazile (@jalenbazile) and photos by Adam Pawlikiewicz (@adamonthego):
The South Platte region of Colorado, Ancestral Ute and Cheyenne Lands, “... harbors a more subtle grandeur. Nestled on the west side of Tava, also known as Pikes Peak, is a reservoir and canyon called Eleven Mile. I planned for us to ride along the winding gravel roads and granite outcroppings surrounding Eleven Mile before dropping into the canyon the following day.”
Loaded with climbing gear, a group of close friends headed out on a multi-sport trip to breathe in the joys of adventuring and exhale the weight of the current times. Tune in tomorrow to read more about the story, and hit our profile link for details on the new issue.
📌 On Ancestral Ute and Cheyenne Lands
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After a few weeks on bumpy backroads, it’s always nice to hit a smooth stretch of tarmac and watch the miles roll by. How many miles? No idea!
I haven’t logged my distances since I was a teenager. This is because I once caught myself deriving a sense of purpose from my numbers. Not just the distances, but things like the number of countries I’d visited too.
But were numbers and ticked boxes really the best things for me to chase in life?
I didn’t think they were, so I stopped counting things and immediately came up with a new strategy for navigating life.
I ended up with something like this: do everything you can to maximise learning, understanding, sharing, adventure, unpredictability, freedom, time in nature and the range of experiences you’re exposed to.
Now there’s nothing to measure. Nothing to compare. Nothing to try and beat. It’s just all the things I want my life to be about.
📸 @gersantiago 
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Cycling journey to 7 continents! 
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Konuşmak! İnsandan önce, sınırsızca, yaşamı, karşılıksız bize sunan doğa (toprak) ile yaşam hakkında, yolun içindeki yolculuğumuzda her şeyi konuşur olduk! Hiç kimse ama kimse yanan ormanlardan, kuruyan nehirlerden, ağlar gibi akan çeşmelerden konuşmuyor!
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Talk! Before man, we talked about everything about nature (earth) and life, which offered us life without any bounds, on our journey through the road! Nobody but nobody talks about burning forests, drying rivers, weeping fountains!
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Deputy Editor Dan Meyer just returned from 5 days on the Aquarius Trail, a new hut system from Brian Head to Escalante through the Dixie National Forest in Utah. Dan says the trail wound through nearly every ecosystem southern Utah has to offer, topping out at 10,000 feet above sea level. The aspen were golden, the company was good, and the huts were "legitimately cool as hell." Dan's official story of the trail and his trip will be in the February 2021 issue of Adventure Cyclist magazine. Subscribe by becoming a member so you don't miss it! Link in bio.
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📸 @burritopacking
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Our Reader’s Rig of the week comes from Tobias Herrmann Hinz, who shares his custom off-roader from Drust Cycles (@drustcycles) in Berlin. Read the story behind his bike and find lots more photos at bikepacking.com/rr
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[STORY] An old outdoor wallpaper and a thousand adventures dreamed by a child, pushed us to ride an epic bikepacking trip across the italian Alps. It's never too late to make a dream come true. - Read the full story on Kona COG [Link in BIO]
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Imagine seeing this GIANT boulder hurtling towards you down the mountain! 😱 I’m pretty happy it found a flat bit of ground to lay on... as I’ve still got lots of countries to ride across before I get squashed by nature. 📸 @gersantiago 
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The Páramos Conexión is a linear route created to link the well-regarded Oh Boyacá! route with our forthcoming Ruta Chingaza loop. Find it on our homepage today. Also, we’ll be premiering the new film, “Ruta Chingaza: Bikepacking for Conservation,” next week (10/13/20 at 9:00 AM EST) on our website and the @wahoofitnessofficial YouTube channel. Stay tuned!
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"The temperature is quite low and the prank wind now pushes us into the arms of the ocean. On the coast, the fog obscures the view and the humidity condenses on my glasses; we perceive the sea in its scent, before seeing and hearing it."
Excerpt from my book: "All'orizzonte un toubabou".
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📚🖌 My new book: "All'orizzonte un toubabou" is available online. Link in my Bio!" • Regranned from @filippo.graglia
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We're excited to announce Issue 05 of The Bikepacking Journal. Find a sneak peek of what's inside and learn how to reserve your copy at our profile link.
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Riding the @tuscanytrail, me and my father decided to wild camp. The last time my father had slept in a tent was when he was in his late teens, so finding a place to sleep outdoors was a whole new experience for him. During the five days on the trail we pitched the tent in various places and although my father never complained, he kept asking me after each night if we couldn't find a place with short, dense and flat grass like that on a football field for the next night. So I was glad that for the last night I managed to find this spot and fulfill his wildcamping dream...not exactly a football field but the grass situation was close enough to make him happy. 
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Do you know what was the world's first national park?
The answer is Yellowstone National Park in the US. It took a photographer, a painter and a geological survey team to explore the region and convince the US Congress to withdraw this region from public auction. In 1872, Yellowstone was declared as—"a public park...for the benefit and enjoyment of the people."
Once you visit Yellowstone, you know why this place is so special. It comprises a variety of landscape, rugged mountains, lush valleys, gushing rivers, pristine lakes, deep canyons, majestic waterfalls, tall geysers and colourful boiling springs. The park sits on top of the Yellowstone Caldera, the largest super-volcano on the continent, containing 465 active geysers in a given year and about 10,000 geothermal features. About two-thirds of the world's geysers and half of the world's thermal features are located within Yellowstone Park. The wildlife is abundant here. Grizzly bears, black bears, wolves, deer, bison and elks roam the park territory.
About 4 million people visit Yellowstone every year. I saw more Desi people in this park than in any other park I have visited in my life. Despite the hordes of tourists, Yellowstone was one of my most favourites. It is hard to express the beauty of this park in words. Perhaps the best description of Yellowstone comes from the naturalist John Muir, who in 1898, described the park as follows: "However orderly your excursions or aimless, again and again amid the calmest, stillest scenery you will be brought to a standstill hushed and awe-stricken before phenomena wholly new to you. Boiling Springs and huge deep pools of purest green and azure water, thousands of them, are plashing and heaving in these high, cool mountains as if a fierce furnace fire were burning beneath each one of them; and a hundred geysers, white torrents of boiling water and steam, like inverted waterfalls, are ever and anon rushing up out of the hot, black underworld."
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After two months of daily rainfall, I’m happy to report I have not seen a single drop for a whole week! 😁 Last week the rain was getting pretty obnoxious - it was pouring down on @gersantiago and I late in the day when we needed to camp - so I’m very happy I can now hunt down epic campsites in comfort. 🙏🏼 
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(Part 3) So Lars? What have you been up to the last 21 years? Ok. Here it is. Part 3 of The Lost Cyclist Chronicles:
2005: I continued down the east coast in Australia and arrived in Melbourne. I took a ferry to Tasmania and circumnavigated the island. I ventured down to south Bruny Island. I also visited Franklin-Gordon Wild Rivers National Park and Cradle Mountain National Park. I went back to Melbourne and cycled to Adelaide via the Great Ocean Road before I crossed the Outback in the middle of the summer and ended up in Darwin. I did a side trip by bus to Uluru. Cycled Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand.
2006: I cycled Germany, Czech Republic, Austria, Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia-Herzegovina, Montenegro, Albania, Macedonia, Greece, Turkey, Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, Egypt and celebrated New Year in Sudan - during my first Sahara crossing.
I saw Lake Bled, the old bridge of Mostar and Hagia Sophia. I crossed the Alps and explored Cappadocia for a second time. I swam in the Dead Sea in Jordan and cycled by the Dead Cities of Syria. I visited the crusader castle of Krak des Chevaliers and the great Umayyad Mosque of Damascus. I cycled along the Bekaa Valey of Lebanon and slept in a room at the fire station in El-Qaa. I visited the ruins of Baalbek and the ancient city of Petra - a rose-red city half as old as time.
I took a ferry across the Red Sea and stayed a long time in Dahab. I continued to Aswan via the eastern desert and Luxor. I took the ferry across the Lake Nasser and started to cycle south in Sudan. The year ended in the Sahara desert. To be continued...
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Herşeyden vazgeçmek mi istediklerini yaşamak! Vazgeçtiklerimizin istemediklerimiz olduğunu anladığımızda toplumun yarattığı sistemden dışlanmaya mahkûm oluyoruz! Bilmem kaç yaşıma ilerlerken kimilerine göre bisiklet (tepesinde) ‘yim!Halbuki ev,çoluk, çocuk, eşya Sahibi olmam gerekiyor! Diyojen’nin sözü gibi esirimin esirleri!
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I’ve been beating the crap out of this KOGA WorldTraveller for about 15 months now, and I still haven’t trued a wheel, replaced a spoke, bled a brake or even tightened a bolt! 😍 How much maintenance have I done on it then? 🤔 There have been 3-4 brake pad changes, one oil change for the rear gearbox hub, a few puncture repairs and the belt sometimes needs a few drops of silicone to stay silent on the dusty roads. It’s very minimal! 🤘🏼 I’m still in love with the Madagascar Orange colour - it’s perfect for a perpetually dirty touring bike! 🧡 
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Another two-fer up on the site today. Neil dissects his gravel gear list in our latest video, and Miles reviews the ultralight @timmermadegear down sweater. Find both on the homepage now...
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TransVirginia, take me home, gravel roads! You read about the @trans.virginia route in the most recent Adventure Cyclist magazine; now you can get all the route details at the online event.
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October 8 on Zoom, learn about the TransVirginia, a 550-mile gravel bikepacking route from Washington DC to Damascus, VA, that traverses a variety of remote areas in Virginia's beautiful mountains, national forests and phenomenal gravel roads. Presented by the route's developer and Adventure Cycling Ambassador David Landis, discover the TransVA's highlights, how to plan your trip's logistics, overnights and resupply, outfit your bike for the journey, and get connected to the bikepacking scene in Virginia.
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Visit www.transva.org for more information on the route and join the Zoom presentation 🎉 link in bio! 🎉
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It was 4:00 am. The air was still and the Mesa Arch held a deafening silence of a dark night.
As my eyes adjusted to the starlight, I set up the tripod and began taking photos of the arch. All of a sudden, the silence broke with the sound of a stone falling behind me. I looked around with a headlamp, but there was nothing. As I resumed taking pictures, I heard two objects dropping. This happened a few times, but I couldn't see anyone.
Suddenly I heard an eerie yell, "OYEE!" A current ran through my body. I turned around and spotted a white human-like figure next to a giant boulder. The moment the light bounced off it, it slipped behind the rock, but only partially.
"Hey, I can see you. Stop pranking me!" I shouted a couple of times. In return, I only heard my echo. I could observe the lower part of the figure for a few seconds. After that, it disappeared behind the rock.
I left the camera on the ground and scrambled to the scene, but there was nothing, only rocks and shrubs. I couldn’t see or hear anyone fleeing either.
For the next hour, I couldn't take pictures. I just sat down with my headlamp turned on. My hands clasped the camera and the tripod as if they were my weapons for defence.
Just before the sunrise, two photographers arrived at the scene. I told them everything. First, they didn't believe me but then said, "maybe, it was the spirit of an American Indian."
When the sun rose above the horizon, I witnessed the most amazing sunrise ever. The bottom of the arch glowed red in the morning light as if it was on fire.
Was it indeed the spirit of an American Indian for whom the land is sacred? Who knows? One thing is for sure though that I would remember this place for a reason different than its beautiful sunrise.
A year later, I was narrating this story to my hosts in California. Their TV was showing stock wallpaper photos from around the world. I freaked out when the TV screen switched to a wallpaper of the sunrise at Mesa Arch. "This is the place, this is the place," I shouted. Neither my hosts nor I could believe the coincidence. "Kamran, you have brought the ghost to our house," they said. I looked at them. I don't think they were joking!
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The Fire & Ice Cave Loop connects two caves in Gifford Pinchot National Forest, Washington, to make a perfect overnighter surrounded by lava beds formed 20,000 years ago. Created by Molly Sugar (@molly.sugar), this route offers varied gravel and dirt roads between open forests, subalpine meadows, and huckleberry fields. Hit our profile link to find it on the map at bikepacking.com/overnighters and learn more about this illustration by @scrappy_cat, inspired by the 1932 "Handshake Treaty."
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Zaman ve tanımsızlık!
📸 @kayipyolcumemosan 👍 
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"35000 Km : Bulgarie 🇧🇬
34000 Km : Italie 🇮🇹
33000 Km : Italie 🇮🇹
32000 Km : Autriche 🇦🇹
31000 Km : France 🇫🇷
30000 Km : France 🇫🇷
29000 Km : Pérou 🇵🇪
28000 Km : Équateur 🇪🇨
27000 Km : Colombie 🇨🇴
26000 Km : Panama 🇵🇦
25000 Km : Nicaragua 🇳🇮
24000 Km : Guatemala 🇬🇹
23000 Km : Mexique 🇲🇽
22000 Km : Mexique 🇲🇽
21000 Km : États-Unis 🇺🇸
20000 Km : États-Unis 🇺🇲
19000 Km : États-Unis 🇺🇲
18000 Km : Canada 🇨🇦
17000 Km : Canada 🇨🇦
16000 Km : Canada 🇨🇦
15000 Km : Canada 🇨🇦
14000 Km : Alaska 🇺🇲
13000 Km : Afrique du Sud 🇿🇦
12000 Km : Namibie 🇳🇦
11000 Km : Botswana 🇧🇼
10000 Km : Zambie 🇿🇲
9000 Km : Zambie 🇿🇲
8000 Km : Tanzanie 🇹🇿
7000 Km : Kenya 🇰🇪
6000 Km : Sénégal 🇸🇳
5000 Km : Maroc 🇲🇦
4000 Km : Maroc 🇲🇦
3000 Km : Espagne 🇪🇦
2000 Km : Portugal 🇵🇹
1000 Km : France 🇫🇷" • Regranned from @laroutedelajoie
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There is no such sense of solitude as that which we experience upon the silent and vast elevations of great mountains. Lifted high above the level of human sounds and habitations, among the wild expanses and colossal features of Nature, we are thrilled in our loneliness with a strange fear and elation – an ascent above the reach of life's expectations or companionship, and the tremblings of a wild and undefined misgivings. [Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu]
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First "shower" after three days of mud and sunshine. 
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Gerardo brought a hammock on our bike trip, but the poor guy has only been able to use it a few times so far! 🌲 There have been surprisingly few places for a hammock that appear at the right time and place - that’s at sunset, hidden from people, away from barking dogs, with a flat place nearby for the tent... and not too cold outside - it’s chilly at 3000m! 🏕 @gersantiago doesn’t regret bringing it though, as he is using the hammock ropes (heaviest part) to keep his $40 panniers firmly in place. 🤘🏼 
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There’s a double feature up on the site today. First up Joe’s “Roundabout Brattleboro,” a brilliant looking weekend loop in Southern Vermont. Second, Cass checks in from Oaxaca with a review of the @teravail Kennebec-Cumberland tire combo. Find them both front and center on our homepage...
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Bikerappers ft. Alps Delight
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"Korku seni tutsak eder, umut ise özgür kılar [Esaretin Bedeli]
Fear can hold you prisoner, hope can set you free [The Shawshank Redemption]
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Youtube ▶ Mustafa Karaaslan" • Regranned from @mustafa_karaaslan
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Originally published in The Bikepacking Journal 04, Plains Perspective recounts a four-day journey through a remote area of Texas. It’s a story about the bonds formed through , a reflection on place and history, and proof that adventure can be found anywhere. Find it at our profile link (better on a big screen). Words by @bd_weaver, photos by @jerodfoster and @justinrex_
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"There’s something new on YouTube... the first episode of a series on Cycling Northern Spain just went live! Ever since the pandemic hit Europe and the lockdowns started, it’s been difficult to decide on a moment when traveling by bike would be a responsible thing to do again. But last July and August some opportunities opened up, and @belletoscan and I were able to cycle the rural mountain scenery of Northern Spain, from Oviedo to Pamplona, through the mountains. We also had the chance to test out the new bikepacking product lineup from @ortlieb_waterproof - a new experience for us as we’re a little inexperienced when it comes to the genre! All of it has been documented into some of the crispiest footage we’ve ever shot thanks to @olympuscameras and their 4K bike-travel-ready OM-D E-M5 III, a big change for our video documenting obsession. Check out the link in my bio to see the video and... please let me know your thoughts on it :)
Shot by @belletoscan" • Regranned from @tristanbogaard
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There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere. [Edward Abbey]
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Swipe to see the same river crossing, but nine months apart! ⚡️ Yesterday, the river was five times as wide, more than one metre deep, murky green and had a strong flow. 💦 The wet and dry seasons offer very different landscapes in Mexico, depending on the month you cycle through - check out how green the southern bank is after a few months of rain! 🌱
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(Part 2) Lars? What have you done the last 21 years? Ok. The Lost Cyclist Chronicles: Part 2.
2002-03: I tried to sail from Sweden to Venezuela with three friends. We failed considerably. The boat broke down during a storm outside the coast of Holland. No spare parts. Long wait. No thanks. Instead I returned for a second sejour at the Muay Thai school in Chiang Mai. I also cycled around Lake Inle in Burma and did day trips with canoe. I visited the famous temple in Mingun and Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon. I flew to Cairo and travelled around Egypt. I visited Abu Simbel, the Valley of the Kings and the pyramids of Giza - and I hiked up to the summit of Mount Sinai. I slept under the stars in the Farafra oasis and visited the White Desert. I also bought a bicycle.
2004: I left my home on a bicycle. I cycled Sweden, Poland, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Turkey and Iran - and spent time in the Tatra mountains, Transylvania and Cappadocia on the way. I visited the World Heritage Site of Mount Nemrut and cycled by Mount Ararat and stayed a couple of nights in the holy town of Qom. I drank tea under the bridges of Isfahan and visited the historical city of Yasd.
I took a bus across Baluchistan for safety reasons. I hanged out a while in Quetta and tried to sneak into the infamous Smuggler's bazaar in Peshawar. I also visited the Khyber Pass between Pakistan and Afghanistan. I cycled the southern part of Karakoram Highway and hiked in the mountains above the Hunza Valley. I returned to Lahore and cycled on to Kathmandu via India. I stopped for a swim in river Ganges and visited Mcleod Ganj, the home away from home of Dalai Lama. I flew to Sydney, Australia and cycled down the coast before I stopped in the town of Maffra and worked on a farm for a month... To be continued.
Thoughts?
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With their original plans to circumnavigate the southern section of Okanagan Lake derailed, Kristian Manietta (@kristianmanietta) and Matthew Clark (@stirlandraemediahaus) tried to make the most of a smokey situation. Find a reflection from Kristian and a beautiful gallery of photos taken by Matthew at our profile link...
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My friend Ryan, from www.pausethemoment.com, is in Park City, Utah right now... so today I took him on a 22.5 mile bike ride around the city and showed him some of Park City's most interesting sights.
Here I am, standing with my @co_motionbikes Siskiyou touring bicycle on the gold medal podium from the 2002 winter Olympics. 
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Probably the season I've been missing more than the others is Autumn.
I think it's an incredible time of the year, the transition from the summer heat to the cold winter.
Maybe I like this period so much because somehow it reminds me that there's not just cold and hot but a lot of different temperature shades.
Plus I've always found interesting how we, humans, start to wear more clothes while trees get rid of theirs, knowing they will glow again next spring.
Which season do you miss the most?
, BeTransition
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