This past weekend, I traded Nacho the Van for a sketchy motel. I shot two races in eastern Oregon — one XC mountain bike, the other a mud-soaked gravel sufferfest.
Thousands of photos, derailleur-wrecking mud, relentless wind, and more sheep than racers. It was gritty, cold, and perfect. This is what I love — chasing moments that tell the full story.
No glamour, just adventure. Sketchy motels and all.
