Jon:
We'd been cycling ever closer to the mountains for days. What started as small barely noticeable disruptions on the ever-widening horizon grew clearly distinguishable. Individual peaks loomed large and the separation of snow and rock could be seen. We were ready. We went through our daily checks as we packed up the tent that morning and had one last glance at the map to see which route we'd take to Glacier Park. We set off and cycled across the rough gravel road entrance to the campsite and out onto the highway. I changed up gear and felt my back wheel suddenly seize up. I stopped to check if the chain had jammed in the rear mech. No. I checked to see if my brake-pads were rubbing. No. So I dismounted and called Wei over. He checked the same things and then we saw it. The rack carrying all my belongings had snapped clean in two and jammed itself into my rear wheel. Not good. Mountains would have to wait.
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