This week marks the ninth that we have been riding. We left Homer, Alaska, in early July, and since then we have cycled a little over 2300 miles, up through the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska to Denali, east to the Canadian border, through the Yukon Territory, and then south in British Columbia to Prince Rupert.
More than at any other point in my life I have recently been asked what I am most afraid of. Fortunately, I’ve given the various ways I might expire a good deal of thought, so I am able to answer, merrily and without pause: “Bears!”. Having spent most of my life in England, where the
One of the logistical challenges I’ve recently been focused on is my immigration status in the U.S. I moved to America nearly a decade ago, in 2008. Since then, I’ve graduated from being an H1-B holder (a working visa for specialty occupations) to a conditional permanent resident (a green card given to a spouse of