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,
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
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
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
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
Washington
8/31 – 9/6 “Two months of traveling and we are back where we started.” Passing the ferry terminal in Bellingham, where we had initially set sale, felt a bit silly. “It’s almost like we’ve accomplished nothing.” We breezed through Washington in about a week. Vancouver to Larrabee State Park. Larrabee State Park to Fort Ebey.
Nevada Movements
I’m still several weeks behind on postings, but after spending all day working on some logistical issues I thought I would share some of my work. As we went through Alaska and the Yukon, our biggest issue was getting food. Sometimes we would go five days between gas stations. At some points we went more
Leaving Canada
8/30/17 On August 30th, we left Canada and entered the lower 48 for the first time in almost two months. Some had described the ride through south Vancouver as disappointing in comparison to entering through the west. Victorian neighborhoods melt away in the humidity and soon we are surrounded by strip malls bifurcated by 4
Vancouver
8/27 – 8/29 We followed Jeremy through West Vancouver. The hills rolled perfectly so that you never really had to pedal to get to the top. Beautiful houses are stacked along the coast with skyline and bridge views and the whole place smells like cotton candy. Passing through downtown might have been a bit hectic
Prince Rupert to Vancouver
8/21 – 8/27 “Get yer asses out of bed!” Martin’s voice at 4:45 in the morning. He had oatmeal ready for us. Fresh blueberries, brown sugar, raisins, and coffee. We were out the door at 5:25. It was a ten minute ride to the ferry. Our first time pedaling in the early morning. Thick mist