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After a long day in the saddle, nothing is more refreshing than a cold beer. Here are some special brews that punctuated some special rides.
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After a long day in the saddle, nothing is more refreshing than a cold beer. Here are some special brews that punctuated some special rides.
A Desolate Divide on this Eastward Metamorphosis is our new collaboration with Burial Beer Co., a symbolic post-ride beer for the Eastern Divide Trail. You can find a look into the process and meaning behind its name and see detailed photos of the artwork here. Plus, learn how you can get a sample or poster…
The norm seems foreign when you are out of your element for extended periods of time. An eagerly anticipated visit to the local bottle shop—post East Africa—proved that hypothesis.
Happy IPA Day with a Burial Scythe Rye IPA. What kind of training regimen would be complete without a rehabilitating libation, in the form of a tall-boy?
A photographic wrap-up and reflection on our winter trip spent living in a van, bikepacking the Southwest, and sharing beers with new friends.
After an epic journey through the American Southwest, I was torn from the Sedona dirt and plopped back in the Appalachian Mountains; so here’s to it.
Is San Diego the IPA motherland? They think so, and there quite a few brews that prop up that sentiment.
Many of the best beers are exclusive to a small radius of where they are brewed. This is of course due to fun stuff like laws and taxes. But that’s OK; it makes that particular place that much more special.
A devastatingly fresh double IPA after a long ride on the incredible Huracan 300 bikepacking route in central Florida…
Most bikepackers will agree on the one thing we collectively crave after a long day pedaling through the woods… a cold beer. Unfortunately carrying a six-pack on a multi day trip is just a little too cumbersome, until now…
A belt made from the tread of a Surly Knard that rolled over 7,500 kilometers of African dirt…
Named after a Pantera song, Cemetery Gates was a complex concoction that made a perfect post-ride beer after a rock-strewn widow-maker downhill in Pisgah.
“Hops are a wicked and pernicious weed.”
– King Henry VIII, 1519