|I forgot my good tent. I forgot the extra tarp. I forgot my raingear, my camera battery chargers, eating utensils, wind jacket, and water filters, among other things. But we had all of the essentials, meaning we had us, our cameras, and our bikes, so we made do without the rest. We carved spoons out of green twigs so we could eat, conserved battery power in the cameras, and dealt with the cold, wet weather the best we could.|
As I told Jeff, "It wouldn't be a Lost Highway trip if everything went according to plan."
Out there, everything is worth everything. The days are worth the nights and the nights are worth the days, the climbs are worth the descents and the views are worth the risk. Mako Sica is a place of constant transition, and while the weather is always a gamble (especially in the spring), the rewards of its challenges are absolutely priceless.
Western North Dakota is the yin to my yang, and enchanted world of steep buttes and colorful canyons which open the landscape like a giant zipper, and allow us to walk down into the depths of the Earth itself. I am grateful for the opportunity to enjoy it with my friend Jeff and my trusty bicycle.
I hope you enjoy the photos in this travelogue as much as I enjoyed taking them.