North Cascade Mountains

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GREAT ROADS: North Cascades Pass

Posted by Ted Edwards | May 22, 2025 | Rides & Roads | 3 |

All The Things I Shouldn’t Do

Posted by Ted Edwards | Apr 12, 2021 | Ride Life | 17 |

Farewell To Morning Song

Posted by Ted Edwards | Nov 18, 2020 | Ride Life, Rides & Roads | 16 |

GREAT ROADS: North Cascades Pass

by Ted Edwards | May 22, 2025 | Rides & Roads | 3 |

North Cascades Pass Highway 20 opens in early May if we are lucky, when the snowplow coming from the east meets the snowplow coming from the west. For a few brief months during the summer the gates to heaven open. It is seventy miles between dots of civilization so if something goes wrong, you are on your own. This is the Pacific Northwest, remember.

My Soul Said Go

by Ted Edwards | Jun 18, 2021 | Ride Life | 12 |

This is for you, mister random Yosemite Valley stranger who spun on your heels and approached me while I dismounted my bike that sweltering July day, who stopped your walk along God’s Country to ridicule my exhausted frame as I peeled sweaty gear off my back, who halted gazing at El Capitan so you could critique me. You pulled your focus from where it should have been to where it had no business being, aiming your spiteful arrows at me to offer a cutting remark to this travel weary vagabond.
“Is it worth it?” you inquired rather sarcastically. Then before I could respond, you turned and walked away.

All The Things I Shouldn’t Do

by Ted Edwards | Apr 12, 2021 | Ride Life | 17 |

Standing at my workbench beneath the glow of my shop lights I washed the lingering taste of stale taco out of my mouth with another pull of moonshine from the mason jar, a solitary thought ricocheting around my head like the last, lonely ball on a pool table. As I fumbled for the drill that sole thought was that what I was about to do was wrong, way wrong, so wrong that it could either be the best thing I had ever done, or the worst.

Farewell To Morning Song

by Ted Edwards | Nov 18, 2020 | Ride Life, Rides & Roads | 16 |

Welcome to my tearful farewell, my wistful goodbye to a house in the middle of a God-kissed corner of the Pacific Northwest bereft of time’s depravities, a place to run where the most important things in life are not things, but people. In this house, this oasis from life’s downward plunging corkscrew and its horrible sucking tempest there lived a gentle, retired Presbyterian minister and his wife.