Wild Bison and Rasta Weenies

(Sprocket Lion keeping it irie on the road)

So after riding down a big ass hill in some little Nor-Cal gold town, we went east, and that drive was boring as fuck.

 

Turns out most stretches of highway in northern Nevada and just about any part of Idaho are long, straight and flat, whoopie. But after a long day of driving we found some free BLM land campsite, popped our tent and some beers and promptly called it a night.

(Not a bad view for a free campsite)

While most of the journey was a bit less rad than I normally shoot for in a day, there were a few sights to see, including Idaho Falls and Snake River.

(Definitely saw a "Scenic View" sign and assumed Idaho was bullshitting us, we were wrong)

(Idaho Falls looking all rad and scenic)

(And a sign saying "No Signs")

But the rest of the ten hour drive was full of good ole middle America nothingness...

Then we got to Jackson Hole, WY, and back onto the Rad Track we've been living. We hit town, grabbed some ice, a little bit of that sweet sweet hooch, a couple sausages and set up camp. The next few days were packed full of some of Yellowstone sight seeing, local beer drinking, and a few runs at the Jackson Hole Bike Park, not bad.

I'll let some of my 10th grade photography skills do the talking for me-

(Jackson Hole Mountain Resort)

(The Taste of Yellowstone!)

(Tourists)

(Does a chiweenie shit in the woods?)

(Rem's got a hot steaming plate of geothermal witch craft)

(The Radish himself looking like one of the thousands of bored teenagers we saw in Yellowstone. Cheer up kids and enjoy this natural raditude)

(Bison be chillin')

(Pretty sure this dude is on an even radder roadtrip)

(Hula Girl and some Bison in the distance)

(Busting out runs on the Roam)

(Napped a shot off the resort's computer instead of paying like 30 bucks for it)

(Keep it mangy mang)

(Mountain attire- riding shorts and a "trying shirt". Always dress to impress)

(More booze)

(This four wheeled demonstration of the Rad Life had plates and everything, probably makes a good grocery getter up here)

Welp, Jackson Hole was about as rad as one could hope for. Where to next you may ask? The majestic Fruita, Colorado for some 100 degree camping, epic singletrack slaying, couple small bike parks, a tiny local brewery and God knows what else...

Until next time all you crazy vegetable fans, 

Stay Rad.

Some links real quick:

Jackson Hole Mountain Resort- 

http://www.jacksonhole.com/

All Stays website- Good resource for finding camp grounds, try the app too

http://www.allstays.com/

P.S.

Sorry for slacking on the posts lately, but we just settled in Denver so I should be able to get this sorry excuse for a blog up to snuff.

Ermahgerd, Downieville!

Yup, we did it, the Downieville Downhill. Met a couple of Bay Area Thrill Seekering buddies for one hell of a good ride. I think my GPS said we went something like 16 miles, almost all of it screaming down some mountain side, death lingering at any moment (maybe not death but definitely a skinned knee or something else horrible). Did we work for it? Nope. Did we slowly grind our way to the top, one painstaking pedal stroke after another? Not a chance. We paid money, hopped in some van with about a dozen other lazy, gravity entitled so called "mountain bikers", and relaxed all the way to the top, and it was awesome. 

I wish I had a few more pics for my loyal (probably made up in my own mind) followers, but it's tough to stop for a photo shoot when your brake pads are spitting fire and you're telling Death himself "Back off brah, I got this shit". But we did stop to take a few...

(Remy blasting down the mountain at Mach 10)

(The Rad Roaming Radish himself monster truckin' over some little jump)

(Nothing but smiles, and cramped fingers...)

(Totes!)

(Just driving to Downieville is a death defying feat all in itself)

After all that epicness packed into a few short hours, we headed East.

Next stop, Jackson Hole, WY for some Yellowstone sight seeing, whiskey drinking, wildlife hollering, and even some lift assisted mountain shredding...

(Thank God we had our Hula Girl to entertain us on the long drive)

P.S. I think I'm gonna try and add some helpful links at the end of each post, just in case other Rad Radishes out there are looking to shred some of the dirty goodness mentioned on this humble yet epic blog, so here we go-

Downieville Outfitters- Solid shop and they offer shuttles for like $20 and they must drive up there like 400 times a day

http://www.downievilleoutfitters.com/

Yuba Expiditions- More shuttle goodness for all the lazy bikers out there

http://yubaexpeditions.com/

The Downieville Classic- Epic race and party, worth checking out fo' sho'

http://www.downievilleclassic.com/

-Stay Rad

Tahoe = Epicness

So I'm guessing a lot of the places we get to visit on this trip are gonna be epic, well Tahoe (technically Truckee), is starting us off strong. If you dig things that involve dirt, wheels, water, rocks, nature, and beer drinking, Truckee is a good spot to be. (Quick side bar, while the town is home to only about 16,000 people, good lookin' fit adventure loving blondes make up an oddly large percentage of that population)

During the colder months, Truckee is known as a powdery white snowy ski-tastic winter wonderland, but I wouldn't know anything about that because I hate snow. But during the summer, Bam!, this otherwise vast mountianous frozen water covered wasteland is transformed into a playground for the raddest of radishes, including myself.

Rad occurrences that took place on this stop include but are not limited to:

Hiking with my lady and our mountain goat like chiweenie

Four wheeling in our ballin' a$$ 2012 Nissan Frontier Pro 4-X

(Notice my lady tilts the camera to make the truck look more level, Great...)

General lake side beer drinkin"

Trail Shreddin'

Also met some dudes working on a local pump track and some jumps

(Me lending a helping hand by sweeping the parking lot, not the raddest thing ever but still a good deed)

And we hit up some casino where I struck it big and saw some rad Rocky Mountain Freegrass band from Colorado called Mountain Standard Time. 

(My winnings)

(Mountain Standard Time)

This Gull know what's up.

Next Adventure- Downieville Downhill and maybe Jackson's Hole? Tune in to find out.

-The Raddest Radish

Post Número Uno- A Brief (probably too brief) Overview

Ah, the very first post, the post that will define this blog and each entry thereafter...

Let's hope not anyway.

Here's the scoop. My name's Chip, and I like to think I'm a pretty rad dude. Some folks may disagree, but they're not on this blog, I am. The majority of my free time is spent pedalling around on two wheels, not sure why, but it is. I guess if I'm going to be completely honest with my audience (the Internet), I must admit I'm way more of a beer drinking goofball on who can ride a mean wheelie than an extreme adrenalin seeking X-Games level athlete. The only thing truly "extreme" on this blog will be just how accurate that description is...

Me-

Me whilst shredding-

Why start a blog? Because my lady, my obnoxious small dog and I are about to roam across this vast nation of ours ('Murica) for the next year in search of epic trails to shred, sights to see and folks to meet. I'm hoping to do my best to post some sweet pics and share some rad tips we pick up while on the open road.

My lady-

That horrible little dog & I-

Stay tuned for more if this sort of thing tickles your pickle or makes your sticker peck out...

-The Raddest Roaming Radish

(Dumb name, I know, but I dig it)