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We Rode It. All of It.
Routing the Delta is harder than routing the mountains. There's less existing infrastructure for something like this and fewer obvious answers, so most of the work happened in conversations — with county road crews about which roads hold up, with landowners about access, and with towns about how they wanted hundreds of riders showing up for a night.
What we were looking for: roads that hold their surface, a beautiful stretch of the state to put you on, towns that want riders coming through, and places worth stopping in between.
Five Days, Five Different Weeks
North to south, from Crowley's Ridge down to where the Arkansas River meets the Mississippi. You never ride the same country two days running.
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The last two days are. They're back-to-back long ones and they come after three days already in your legs. No hills to blame it on — just distance and wind.
October is harvest. Combines, grain trucks, crop dusters coming in low, cypress and bayou, levees that lift you above everything for miles, and church steeples visible from six miles out.
You will not be fighting gradients out here. You will sometimes be fighting the wind on a levee road with nothing to hide behind, and it is honest work.
There's a Shorter Way In.
Half-Grav is a shorter run at the same route, and it still puts you in Helena on 8 October for the King Biscuit Blues Festival. Same camp, same food, same people — fewer days off work.
