|My men gazing at the glory that is Glacier.|
That's right, folks. The long-whined about, tear-jerker of a move from Bozeman has taken place, and now Hot Husband and I, the three dudes and the pets are safely established in Glacier country.
Glacier National Park, that is. A mere 38 minutes from our door to the park gates. Eat your heart out.
While the move was emotionally wrenching, it hasn't taken me too long to realize that I have landed in biking heaven. From my front door, I have breathtaking miles to explore, both on bike path and open road. Kalispell isn't what you'd call bike commuter friendly, but the road biking is to die for.
I've never really been one for bucket lists, but I'm already making my "can't miss" list of rides nearby. So far, I've biked part of the Going-to-the-Sun Road with the fam, ridden between Kalipell to Whitefish twice (14-ish miles), taken the East Shoreline route and scoped out a few of the local bike trails.
Last week, Hot Husband and I ran off for a mini-getaway to ride the Lake Koocanusa route. I rode my Felt, and he took his brand spankin' new Motobecane cyclocross bike on its maiden voyage. I'm still pinching myself!
Looking forward to good weather and the chance to share my adventures with you, my fellow bike geeks!
Many thanks to all of you who continued to visit my blog when I was hip deep in moving boxes and to-do lists this summer, making it impossible to write. It's humbling to know that it has a place in your lives.