Nick and I skipped the craziness that is cross for the solitude of bumble-fuck Oregon. Near Christmas Valley, Oregon we found miles of dunes, some of the best fatbiking anywhere, and plenty of open spaces. Bikes were ridden, guns were shot, and whiskey was consumed. Add in perfect temps and a full moon, and it really doesn’t get better. Click here or the photo for the link to the complete photos and details on how to find this place.
