Mountain bike with cowboy hat leaning against a saguaro cactus on a desert trail

Tucson, Arizona

Traded the desk

for the desert.

Quit the 9-to-5. Packed a bag. Pointed the truck south to Tucson and never looked back. This is where I write about camping, backpacking, mountain biking, and what a free life actually looks like.

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“Life's too short for fluorescent lights
and Monday morning meetings.”

— What I Do —

The Life I Chose

CAMPING

No Walls. No Schedule.

Dispersed sites in the Catalinas, rim fires in the Chiricahuas. I go where the map runs out.

Heavy Legs, Light Pack.

Multi-day hauls through Arizona's sky islands and canyon country. I plan nothing past the trailhead.

Tucson on Two Wheels.

50 Year, Phoneline, Pemberton — Tucson is a world-class MTB city and I ride every inch of it.

Hey. I'm Shota.

Spent years chasing a salary up a ladder I never wanted to climb. One Tuesday morning I handed in my badge, loaded up the truck, and drove to Tucson. Now I spend my days on trails, campsites, and singletrack — and my nights writing about it. The 🚲 goes everywhere I do.

“I didn't want to retire at 65 having spent the best years of my life in a beige cubicle.”

— Shota, Day One

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