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Well I never got around to posting up the successful part of my Colorado trip. Life happened as it does… all great things, can’t complain, details at the bottom of this post. So here are some photos from the trips and some words, hopefully they might make you want to go ride a bike in the woods!

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Greetings from singletrack heaven

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I spent a couple days recovering and then with a frame bag full of tasty foods, left from Silverton, CO to Durango at a more chill pace.

The trail was full of stunning greenery and life. Pollinators swarming plants, huge fronds of plants lining the trails and hillsides, grasses and wild flowers. Sunny trails quickly overtaken by fast passing storm clouds. Nearly half the time I could see rain in the distance or at times smell it in the wind. I somehow always managed to stay just ahead.

My first campsite was at the top of a long climb, in the saddle before it started to descend. I hiked off trail and set my tarp up next to a few green trees. At night I hunkered into my bivy for warmth, with my head poked out to see the stars. In the morning I was awoken, no joke, by a humming bird flying through the tarp and landing on the tree in the shot below. I sat up and she flew out towards the view there and snacking their way up the hill was a herd of elk. Mornings like these…. just add bacon and coffee.

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Amazing singletrack descents contrasted lots of hiking uphill due to lots of muddy climbs on narrow trail. Lots of ridge line miles and amazing views. I just settled into some great riding.

Luckily the last significant climbs were just all Talus rock…. below was the first, and by far the easiest of the series of them. It was probably inspiration for Frodo’s final hike into Mordor.

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A brief respite at what felt like the top of the world at +12000′, before the descent into Taylor Lake. Up on these peaks it was just me and the marmots. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so small and temporary, but it wasn’t a negative feeling, just realistic.

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Two nights and two and a half days of riding and I was in Durango to catch the train back to Silverton and then climb up to my car on Molas Pass. The steam engine train ride winding through the Animas river, rocked on the rail tracks on a steady course back to normal life. This was a great moment to sit, tour the sites from a outdoor wooden train seat, try and put my trips initial failure and ultimate success into the context of what I thought the rest of the year would be like and eat some hotdogs. It’s hard to wax about life on an empty stomach.

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As for why the wait on this post…

Life picked up pretty intensely late 2017… prepping for our inbound baby Charlotte, repairing/updating the house ourselves and then she came Jan 5th 2018. Michelle was amazing at the birth, just unstoppable, and I got to catch the Charlotte at the hospital and lay her on Michelle. What a moment and gift. The best moment I have ever shared in. Being a new Dad has been amazing, humbling and so much fun.

Also, on the day we got home from the hospital we were informed my boss was looking to sell the companies where I worked. So Michelle and I spent the next 4 months figuring out partnering up with friends Mark and Maura and taking over Chumba and Wanderlust Gear as a team! It all worked out, we moved the business closer into Austin and we have been really enjoying being able to pour so much heart and soul into our passion project business. Michelle started a new job too… so lots of NEW NEW stuff. All really positive, things are smoothing out into a rhythm now more and more, working hard and enjoying my family time so much. Thanks for catching up with me. – Vince


M and my lil Cheepie Bird: Charlotte

Experience to learn from….

After a year of prep / lots of riding with a loaded down bike, many ride2rock climbing sessions (the fun way to cross train) and pre-packing my gear / I headed out to the Colorado trail with intentions to ride it’s 550 mi length over the course of 7-9 days.

Entering the trailhead I encountered the first of many trail beasts: the mighty mtn goat. (The gatekeeper) Planted in the center of the trail we had an extended staring contest as I stood catching up my breath. I turned my head away and pushed my bike past him only 10ft away off trail. As I passed, he went back to chewing away on  tasty mtn veg. 

This first day had my heart racing as I plodded my way up 11,000′ of climbing. Trying to establish my elevation for the trail miles to come hoping to reach my 60mi a day personal minimum goal.

Mile 19 or so I crossed a great river and after scrambling down from a bridge I refilled my water from the bank. This would be my last water supply until mile 26ish. Unfortunately, this was not going to be enough.

This section seemed to never end. Maybe it was my acclimating to the lowered oxygen of the Colorado mountains, or all the boulder scrambling and hot rain forest conditions earlier in the day, but I could not get myself in a good rhythm.

Trudging on I made it to an openning in the treeline and then finished out the section in full sun while rationing a half bottle of water. I had underestimated my increased hydration needs in this section as well as how much longer it would take me to climb this section then the equivalent back at home. Poor hydration combined with heat and all the climbing resulted in less then comfortable opportunities for getting food down.

At mi 26 I spun over to the mtn top firestation for a refill on my bottles. Downing a full bottle and then settling into a whole avocado I started to feel better.

Back on the bike I passed lots of perfect campsites and happy groups of hikers settling in for the night. I continued on having to get off and push at nearly any incline. I can’t really relate how low I felt…

Mile 40 I hit the dirt road and started a cold descent. Layering up knee warmers and a raincoat I spun out the next 15 mi in the dark. On one climb in a moment of true aloneness I got off to push. The moon was shining through fast flowing clouds and I felt like I was being watched. Flashing my headlamp 360• turned up nothing and as I pushed past the next set of bushes…

A herd of mule deer bolted across the road and bounded across the treeless mountain.

The next day I woke up and felt broken. I was still dehydrated. I couldn’t get food into system. I looked on my trail guide and noticed a 50mi stretch of exposed dirt road ahead and climbing. Little to no water on the map for resupply besides Goose creek and Tarryall lake. I was broken I knew that my 60mi a day goal was not going to be possible this year. I knew that today I would not recover to a stronger place if I saddled back up. Emotions welled up. It was time to call it and recover. A very low moment…

I gave myself 2 days to recover and I planned a new trip, a trip that focused on achieving my most important trip goals : mentally prepping for a transition to fatherhood and enjoying the trail touring experience.

Did I give up to easy? Should I have pushed through? Deep down I knew my body and though my ego had me wanting to trudge onward I was not there to prove anything. I was there for enjoyment and personal growth. The series of events to follow had so many serendipitous moments that it seemed to me the universe knew all along what my path would be…

To be continued, with lots of photos of the resulting adventure!

New work from my studio. This is a new ongoing series of charcoal drawings based on memory and using on-site sketches to recall selective elements of space and time. I am really excited about these new works and ideas I have for showing them to create a unique experience for the viewer.

Colorado Trail 1

Chimborazo 1

Valles Caldera 1

Toolik 1

El Moro

El Moro, Detail

El Moro, Detail


West Contrabando Dark Sky Site

We recently spent a long weekend in Big Bend soaking in the massive night skies and glowing morning sunrises out of our tent.


Lunch time view between rides, Pen and Ink, BBRSP


Love this candid of Michelle looking up from the mine shaft


Big Bend Ranch SP has an abandoned mercury mine out in the park to explore


Sun baked textures in the desert


View from Big Bend National Park Hot Springs, Pen and Ink

Everything is exposed and sun baked. Topographic features visibly exist on the mountainsides undisturbed by trees. Trails here are dynamic and range from fast flowing, to rocky scree, to jeep roads. The light is dynamic and fun to photograph and the distances enjoyable to sketch from rare spots of shade.

Michelle and her CHUMBA URSA on Crystal mtn trail, yes, those are all quartz crystals!


The mine area has some cool artifacts like this ole’Chevy


Kept my map handy in my Wanderlust Gear Rattlesnake bag, sweet patch from Everything Will Be Noble thanks to Brent Knepper!


Recent fire damage in the Big Bend Nat. Park, native plants will likely come back strong and happy with new seeds being activated by the fires to grow.

I am excited to finally have my studio together at our new home. I’ve spent the last year+ focused on sketching off of my bike during trips throughout the US and abroad in Ecuador. I’ll be continuing to seek inspiration through new biking trips coming up to Colorado, Big Bend, TX and Arizona. Some of the sketches will find their way into bigger drawings and paintings in my studio. I’ll be updating the blog with the drawings that the views inspired and a few of my favorite photographs from the trips. Thanks to CHUMBA USA and Wanderlust Gear for all the support!

Working from field studies back in the studio

Working from field studies back in the studio.

Sketching during a brief break in Big Bend, never even got off my riding glove.

Sketching during a brief break in Big Bend, never even got off my riding glove.

View back to Papallacta from climbing up Cayambe Coca, Ecuador

View back to Papallacta from climbing up Cayambe Coca, Ecuador