Will my 2022 be like my 2012?

Myself and my loaded Surly Long Haul Trucker, ready to depart for my PDX-Oly-Astoria Tour. 30 May 2012 It's nearing the end of February. I've already done one bike camping trip, and am itching to do something soon. And like the last few years, my "work life" will be mixed between part-time stuff with Emee... Continue Reading →

Ride Every Mile?

The loaded Bantam, "cheating" on the return from the Milo McIver overnight. 15 April 2021. Camera: Olympus Pen EES-2. Film: Kodak Pro Image 100. One of the great things about my time working at the hostel was the bike tourists. As someone who loves traveling via bike, it was always fun interacting with fellow enthusiasts.... Continue Reading →

Ten Years since my Cross-Con Tour

It's a long time ago, yet feels like yesterday: Ten years ago on this very day my then-partner April and I embarked on a cross-continent tour. Our goal was big: Ride from the Pacific Northwest eastward, with a detour into the Canadian Rockies and Prairies, then through the Midwest and Northeast, hopefully ending up in... Continue Reading →

Five years since The Big Tour

Hello folks. Today is Friday May 27. And exactly five years ago today, April and myself packed up our belongings, returned our apartment key to the property management company, and hit the road on our big Cross-Continent Bike Tour. Five years! Wow. Time does fly. At times it seems like we just got off the... Continue Reading →

Changes.

From our St Helens trip in 2010Warning: This post is definitely intensely personal in nature and lacks fun bicycle talk (for the most part). If this isn’t your bag, skip this post and read something from the past. Because there ain’t gonna be many posts in the near-term.Hello friends. Yep, haven’t posted much here lately.... Continue Reading →

Spotted in Montana

Remember that big-ass tour I did last year? The one where April and I attempted to cross the country? One month in I realized it would be nice to have a "calling card" of some sort, something to give to people we meet on the road. One night in Missoula, I hastily whipped one up... Continue Reading →

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