Michael Kennedy

Jan 23, 2025 | escapecollective.com | Michael Kennedy |Joe Lindsey

It was not long after the tire tracks from the ranger's truck disappeared in a U-turn that I briefly wondered if I should cut my losses and do the same. I'd just hike-a-biked across a wood bridge over a wetland area, covered in eight inches of snow the consistency of sugar sand, and it was barely 10°F (-12°C). I had a couple miles of this terrain yet to go, and even after remounting and riding a bit farther, I'd just been caught and passed by someone on foot.