The Long, Straight Road

Leaving Bisbee was the beginning of a 2,000 mile loop, all of it centered around the normal errands people do around town. My town, however, was a helluva lot bigger: like half of the American Southwest kind of big. Since this was business and not pleasure though, it meant using the interstate, aka the superslab. … Continue reading The Long, Straight Road

When The Situation Dictates

So you need to leave San Gabriel and do the Silverwood lake stuff. Then hit up Bisbee, Stellar camp, SF, storage, and to Vegas. Lotta pictures, keep length down. So...many...miles. The last month has been a blur of bouncing around and taking care of different errands. While it's hard to complain about being able to … Continue reading When The Situation Dictates

When Troubles Come…

Well I've got a bit more time now, so let's do more than just dump some photos in here with little context. The short story is I decided to ride north to the Lost Coast, and area I've been by many times but never explored. Fate intervened again and I ended up in the Los … Continue reading When Troubles Come…

Ups and Downs: Riding The Passes of Colorado

It seems like I've been right in saying Colorado needs to be its own trip. Every time I turn a corner or crest a hill there is another insanely beautiful vista. I see so many views in a day you'd think I would be desensitized after nearly a month, but I have to stop and … Continue reading Ups and Downs: Riding The Passes of Colorado

Westward, Ho…but first…

Leaving the Airport Cafe in Hampton, NH left me few good options when it comes to combining scenic roads with making decent time. This was yet another major difference in the two sides of the United States. With so much open space in the Western US (especially in the desert) you can normally combine the … Continue reading Westward, Ho…but first…

Of Lobster Rolls And Bridge Trolls

I had finally made it. Honestly though, it didn't feel like a climax. I decided to ride to Maine to get a lobster roll on a lark. I mean, what else was I going to do? And so here I was, in Hampton, New Hampshire, ready to cross over into Maine and accomplish my goal, … Continue reading Of Lobster Rolls And Bridge Trolls

Reaching The Apex

[The story continues, starting on the West Virginia and Maryland border, the Potomac River.] Antietam campground was peaceful when I woke, and I had my morning coffee on the shore of the Potomac. Once packed up I crossed back over into Shepardstown, WV for breakfast. The town was such a strange mix of old-world America … Continue reading Reaching The Apex