Porter mountain-bikes while Gail meditates in Utah’s high desert.
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Gail and Porter Storey find transformation at a yoga retreat in Costa Rica with Yoga Loft friends.
Porter hones his winter camping skills in the Indian Peaks with Gail as support and Amber awash in existential angst.
Porter and Gail Storey lose communication in the Eagles Nest Wilderness, but find through heart-mail that it’s all and ever love.
In June 2018, our son and his triathlete friend Constantine joined us on the Bicycle Tour of Colorado, a strenuous multi-day ascent and descent through the Rockies. Here are our son, Philip, Porter, and Constantine in Leadville at the start. From Leadville, the guys biked to Aspen and Carbondale, but on the way we were […]
Porter, Gail, and Philip Storey, with Constantine Mavroudis, hike and camp in the Grand Canyon while Amber Storey rides the free shuttle from snack bar to snack bar.
Porter Storey snowshoes to solo winter-camp in Rocky Mountain National Park, while Gail Storey does a solo meditation retreat by the river.
Porter is so done! We’re home from our Great Divide Mountain Bike Route adventure, after 2,700 miles through five states and two Canadian provinces; 82 days; 41 hotels, cabins, and campsites; four sets of tires; more glasses of wine than we care to disclose, and a lot of ice cream cones! The final 701 miles […]
Porter got so sick in the Grand Teton National Forest that I drove him ten hours from northern Wyoming to a Colorado Kaiser Urgent Care clinic open late. Abdominal x-rays didn’t show anything definitive, so I drove him the rest of the way home to see what would happen next. We took heart from the […]
Why are Porter and I on this four-month, 2,700-mile Great Divide Mountain Bike Route adventure? It’s a fair question and one we’re often asked, in light of Porter’s bike exploding, grizzly bears, logging trucks on narrow mountain roads, getting lost in the wilderness, storms, and all manner of physical and emotional risks. Nearly 2,000 miles […]
Infinitely deeper than our crossing from state to state, as Porter from Montana to Idaho, is the liminal space in which we now live. Day to day, moment to moment, we move not just from the ranch lands of Montana to the green farms of Idaho, but hover on thresholds of being. While Porter taxes […]
Porter’s fine carbon fibre rear wheel exploded beneath him with a deafening KABLAM! and blew apart his Santa Cruz Tallboy mountain bike on a remote Montana road. “Lying on the ground, my first thought was the flare I carry to scare off bears went off,” he said. “My second thought was I’d been shot. My […]