“Do you still have your cargo?” the camper asks her. She nods. “So the passes are open,” she says. It’s not a question. The camper gives her the cycer’s thumbs-up: four fingers splayed up into the air. She looks at the sky. It’s about three in the afternoon. It’ll be dark in an hour or… Read More Northern Tier (2)

Three riders come over the mountain. They pedal slow and easy, strong downstrokes, high posture. No rush today. No deadline, no delivery due. They’ve kept the same pace the whole way up the mountain and not one has broken sweat. There’s still a powder of snow in the air but the trees are budding, sky’s… Read More Northern Tier (1)