Happy Drunkcyclist Day!
It’s the most wonderful day of the year! Well, really it’s just like any other day for people like us. A day we carve out Continue reading Happy Drunkcyclist Day!
Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
It’s the most wonderful day of the year! Well, really it’s just like any other day for people like us. A day we carve out Continue reading Happy Drunkcyclist Day!
Trash middens and catholic swagger, which will last forever more, the plastic or the guilt? Enough lifetimes will never wander this far to see this Continue reading Reaching The Villages
Thursday. suddenly it is 9am PST and I’m at the airport sucking on the first bloody mary of the day to curb the previous evening’s Continue reading Let’s Party
It’s as if at a youthful and vulnerable age one will latch onto the meaning of something, and become it. Perhaps this is how we Continue reading From Baja to Alaska Required a Stop in Sedona
So that was it, in an excerpted form. After 20 blog posts I have pretty much summed up my Baja tour in an easy’ish to Continue reading Baja The End (But Not Really)
It’s been interesting living through this recent boom of bicycle touring. So many people in my orbit are out there taking the long ride, sharing Continue reading #IsThisBikepacking ?
The grind continued. I feel like I slowed down. At least in the mornings rolling out of my bag. I again packed up, this time Continue reading La Purisma, San Javier, San Isidro, the Comundu Municipality…
The span from San Ignacio to Mulege was 5+ days including a stop in San Juanico Continue reading FFWD: Mulege
When I arrived in San Ignacio I arrived to a begining – or a continuance since BdLA – of relief. I had held onto what Continue reading San Ignacio por un Siesta
I met up with Brian Miracle again in San Ignacio. It was a slough from Vizcaino to get there, same as all the other days Continue reading Vizcaino to San Ignacio
One by one, after a 50+ mile day climbing out of the Bahia de los Angeles, the dogs said hello. It was rad. Each just Continue reading The Dogs of Piedra Blanca
I would cross paths with Miron Golfman in Mulege, where we would share a boat ride across the bay of ConcepcĂon. We split a room Continue reading Ride to Endure: Miron Golfman’s FKT of the Baja Divide