Photography by Sven Martin and Duncan Philpott

The word terroir roughly translates as, "a sense of place," and refers to a distinct set of characteristics that makes a place different from all others. The Trans-Provence is hosted in the South of France by Ash Smith and a small army of regulars supporting no more than 80 riders on this annual six-day race. The topography of Alpes-Maritimes range is known for its height and severity, but the region is tempered by it’s proximity to the sea. The race starts in the rural Sasse Valley and winds through almost 300 Km of terrain to finish in Menton, a resort town on the edge of the Mediterranean. The trails, like the architecture, range from modern to ancient.

ACRE / Mission Workshop team rider Ty Hathaway walked away as the top American finisher in the 2014 race.


Photos by Adrian Marcoux / Words by Ross Measures

Every trip should be full of not-knowing and a little bit of guess work. Take this as a friendly reminder to take off and get out.

Our plan was simple: We wanted to experience a mountain bike trip that was all about getting out there, getting lost and getting it done. We’d all become accustomed to familiar trails and perfectly maintained bike parks. And usually, even when we ride new trails, we have locals along, keeping us from losing our way and often showing us the best lines.

The goal here, though, was to find old-school adventure on rugged terrain in a completely unfamiliar location.


Photos and Words by Andy Waterman

The English Lake district has always been a magnet for adventurers and artists. From William Worsdworth's poetry that was largely inspired by Lakeland's wild terrain, to George Mallory, who in the course of scaling the area's 3000ft peaks, found the confidence to tackle Everest in 1924. For mountain bikers, the region poses a wealth of challenges—from wild, high mountain passes to marginally more tame lakeside single track—and in recent years, two well regarded trail centers.

Read on to see photos taken by Andy during their ride over the pass of Nan Bield and on Helvellyn.


Photography by Dan Barham

The number of switchbacks were beyond counting. Another summer storm had blown in and pushed us off the trail and down into the valley for safety. Although we could ride through the weather on most days, this time we had to head for cover.

Shooting film had become our "new normal" by the end of the second week. Covering thirty to fifty kilometers of trail per day, there were endless moments that could be captured, however, only having a finite amount of film made each shot more of a decision to be weighed rather than a whim to be indulged.