Tour Divide is the grand-grandfather of all bikepacking races. I have heard a lot of stories about what can happen on the route. I came to Canada with a great sense of humility. Riding trough vast and remote areas will be a big challenge. But before the race started I found myself in much bigger trouble.
As I want to tell you my Tour Divide story, I need to do it from the beginning. Race of this magnitude cannot be told from start to finish. It’s the experience, the training, the focus that affected my life months prior to the event. Read more
After many months of preparation, I was nowhere near where I was planning to be. I had to deal with the last-minute gear acquiring and the worst thing was that I got sick. My first thoughts that it will be OK quickly diminished. Read more
Conditions for my lungs were far from ideal. They’re disastrous. Cold weather, clogged nose, and dust in the air made it very hard for me. Despite all of this I wanted to make it to Fenie at the first night. Read more
It’s interesting to see my attempt from a different perspective. I was ill, I was coughing and my nose was painful and bloody from all the rubbing. I didn’t feel well, I wasn’t eating much. I rode through the snow and I was so cold that I was shaking. Yet I was riding for 17 hours. Read more
Even though sleeping in pit toilets can be more comfortable than choosing a ditch in the woods, it can’t compare to a proper hotel room with a warm bed and shower. The weather was getting worse, and based on the forecast, I would get gnarlier. As my cough was getting stronger, I faced a dilemma: What to do next? Read more
