by John Hauser “Wait, is my tongue actually freezing?” This unique, and rather ridiculous thought entered my mind just after sun rise on day two of the Canadian Ski Marathon, or CSM for short. I was about 25 kilometres outside...

I was walking with my head down when the dirt ended. It was raining. Not torrential, soaking rain, but the kind of rain that’s more like wet air; constant, light, and misty. Impenetrable. Cold. Eight degrees is lovely in the...

Gravel, Hardpack, Dirt, Chip Seal, Rail Trail, Groad- whatever you want to call it - riding a bike off the pavement opens you up to a whole new world of that many never thought was a possible on a bike....

WHEN IT GETS TOUGH, WELL..... This time it was decisive. What remained of the lead group at Almanzo 100 was rolling away from me and though I was calling out for more cowbell my legs were just not responding. And...

MAKING THE MOST OF IT. I spend quite a bit of time guiding cycling trips in Europe. As our clients are on holiday, the days there have a flow. A casual start time is typically followed by a leisurely coffee...

LET'S GET THIS STARTED. The Journal is the space to Go Out and Play with Wild Rock Shoulder Season. This is the time of the year that many of us seem to exist in a state of flux. With the...