Hippies and heroes holding hands

11/5/18 Boulder Beach We decided to take the day off.  I woke up around seven.  There was a spritely orange haired vagabond in denim coveralls with no shirt underneath standing on top of a picnic table playing a ukulele.  His friend, an almost perfect replica except in bohemian pants and tie dye shirt is dancing Read More

Back in the saddle

11/2/18 – 11/4/18 When we first moved to St. George, somebody took me climbing at a place called Woodbury Crags.  You drive on Old Highway 91, which was the original road to Vegas before they blew I-15 through the gorge.  You go through a mountainous area known as the Utah Hills and hit this long Read More

Never trust a barbecue joint where the chairs match

*Warning: the following contains various scatological references.  If you find this offensive, then I am not sure why you are on a website dedicated to places that a person has urinated….. 10/13/18 – 11/2/18 I have never been a person to devote much thought to the ringer of my phone.  I tried once but found Read More

The Fractal Geometry of Nature: Cathedral Gorge to St. George

10/12/18 There is a semi-truck rolling along in front of me.  I watch the tall grasses on the side of the road fold over like dominoes in its wake, turning to gold in the sun as they flex forward.  It suddenly occurs to me that we’ve temporarily left the dead of Nevada and are now Read More

Fallon Forward

10/4 – 10/10 We decided not to rush Thursday morning as I was hoping to catch the start of the quick draw competition.  I wandered the fairgrounds to take in the denim jeans, “Don’t tread on me” belt buckles, and country jams.  Old cowboys sat in front of a mirror practicing their stance.  Hips forward, Read More

Yer Nanny Jo’s Pear Butter

10/3 Pyramid Lake to Fernley.  We ride between the lake and brown sandy mountains for a dozen or so miles.  The ground a strange patchwork of black circles where the desert scrub burned in a massive brush fire recently.  As the rain drops, the fresh smell of ash and ozone rises.  We ride through an Read More

Welcome to Nevada

10/1 – 10/2 Ravendale, CA to Pyramid Lake, NV Pee on desert sage brush on a cold morning and the sweet tender scent will tickle your nostrils.  Endless yellow scrub climbs golden mountains.  Rattlesnakes sunning themselves in the road and little scorpions crossing the road. I think of Mexico, and crossing that border and wonder Read More

Oregon and Cali Deserts

9/25 – 9/30 Shortly outside of Bend we have to get on Highway 97.  It is our first taste of a divided highway.  The shoulders are full of debris, although you can usually meander through it.  A pickup truck drops a wooden box which gets hit by a semi and explodes.  All we can do Read More

Bend is Eugene without Methamphetamine

9/19 – 9/25 Quick breakfast and goodbye to Rachel and Jack.  Old men attentively polishing Buick windows and mowing lawns as we leave town on the 126.  Pass through slices of Americana with names like Walterville, Vida, Nimrod, and Rainbow.  Gas station fried chicken.  Two boys pull up outside that know the owners and they Read More

Astoria to Eugene

9/9 – 9/18 Oregon offered so many things. Perhaps most importantly, it offered a great reminder of the complexity of America and the fact that you can’t be too quick to put a personality in a box of assumptions. Leapfrog down the 101 with several other cyclists. Two Italian boys, 19 years old. Flew into Read More

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