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.
I’m writing this as our first month on the road – and our time in Alaska – draws to a close. We are currently in Tok, a ‘town’ 90 miles from the Canadian border. Every place we’ve been to over the past four weeks has been so beautiful, it didn’t occur to either of us
For reasons unknown to me, I regained feeling in my foot somewhere between the Toklat River and Polychrome Pass. It had been cold, rainy, and gray for the last twenty four hours. Ever since an incident in my late teens that involved underage drinking, the police, and a barefooted 1 mile sprint, my feet were
We’ve been moving for a week now. It’s Monday, July 9th. This morning we boarded a train from Anchorage to Denali. It feels a bit strange to skip ahead this early in the trip, but the forecast is projecting 25-40 mph winds and hellatious rain over the next few days. Riding and camping in that
We landed in Homer on Friday night, June 29th, around 8:30. After the first few days on the boat, I was ready to get off, but by the time a week had passed it was starting to feel like home. The gentle rocking from side to side coupled with the brisk ocean breeze and the
This is literally just a bunch of pictures of various cornhole boards downtown. I like to imagine Uncle Dan taking a few hours off from being the Leviathan of Detroit to show up at a relative’s house that he doesn’t really like for a 4th of July party. At said party he notices that all
I did not know that a place such as antelope Canyon existed. It is one of the most dramatic slot canyons that I have seen in my two years in Utah. About 100 feet deep. Majestically weathered Navajo sandstone, curving and winding, forming limitless illusions to even the most unperservering of imaginations. In the depths
One of the questions we get asked the most lately is where we will sleep. This blog could just as easily be named “The Places I sleep,” and it would have an equally dirty feel to it. For the better part of the next two years, we will be camping wherever we finish riding each