Wilderness. The word conjures up images of snow-capped peaks, of meadows in full bloom, of distant ridgelines spanning the horizon. In an America increasingly divided and subdivided into so much concrete, broken glass and urban sprawl, it’s comforting to know that there are still places untarnished by all of mankind’s “progress”.
Wilderness…we love it, yet we are also torn over it. Or, more exactly, we’re at war with one another over the question of who does and doesn’t belong in it. Since 1984, we’ve been told that bikes don’t belong in Wilderness areas. At the risk of sounding cavalier, let me just call bullshit on that right here and now.