Pouring Rain in the Desert: A Winter Bikepacking Trip Gone Wrong


The wind picks up, but the clouds aren’t moving. Looking at the sky, the light gray mass that stretches toward the horizon is more “cloud” than “clouds.” A few drops of rain hit the trailhead’s sign while I put on my gloves at the last second, one foot clipped in and the other planted in the dirt.

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