As much as I try and savour each and every moment, it’s inevitable that over this long journey, individual sights, sounds and experiences are sometimes lost in the blur of daily motion and change. They queue up in days so …[ Read More → ]
There’s nothing like a little meteological spice to add flavour to a bicycle ride.
In fact, it’s one reason I love to travel on two wheels. There’s no sidestepping oncoming elements as you might within the cocoon of a car. …[ Read More → ]
It’s that time of year, when vast brushstrokes of forest flare a brilliant burnt-orange, as trees turn in perfect, orchestrated unison: one last, startling swansong before winter takes hold.
Then, as the wind picks up, leaves begin to fall, collecting …[ Read More → ]
So, just 120 miles to go to the end of the Great Divide Mountain Bike Route… Seeing as Jeff and Anna had ridden on ahead the day before (while I faffed around at the post office), I had a little …[ Read More → ]
One last storm. Or so I hope.
The ride from Pie Town to Silver City, just 120 miles from the Mexican border, proved to be a little more challenging than we were expecting. The gauntlet was thrown down one last …[ Read More → ]
Bike tourers like to daydream. After all, those long, open roads furnish a lot of thinking times. Life thoughts to be processed, aspirations to be shared, views to be aired. So after the Night of the Fire Vigil, Jeff, Jason …[ Read More → ]