Breweries & boulders by bike.
My forearms are pumped and my heel hook is just off the mark. I slap my right hand up a few inches higher on a sloping sidepull. It’s decent, but sweat makes it a ticking time bomb. I judge the distance to the next crimp, followed by the big throw to the top. The only distance I can focus on, however, is that to my next pint. I pull the move, downclimb, and throw my shoes in my daypack before jumping back on my bike. It’s only a few miles to Bridger Brewing—the final stop on my Bozeman-breweries-and-boulders-by-bike tour.
