Tiny, forgotten single lane carriage paths, rough rock where the roads have washed away. The only traffic a logging truck every other year. A day spent in peace and quiet, tires humming along, the feel of a tailwind at the bottom of every climb.



Then, at the conclusion, my reward. The long ride with no segments. Miles and miles where almost nobody has ever gone before on a bicycle.



I've only had a handful of these rides, I'll probably only have a few more, but they are something special. I hope every gravel cyclist gets to experience such a ride, at least once.