I think my bike is trying to tell me that it had about enough, as things keep falling apart. Meanwhile, I get bitten by dogs and ridiculed at the UK border. So long America, and thanks for all the trailmix.
Marines mess with my tight schedule and bike thieves mess with my hydration system. Winter is coming. It brings free pizza and chicken.
While I reach personal bests and whole new levels of low, Arizona brings giant grasshoppers and California brings giant snakes.
Leaving the coast for the mountains, I have been struggling with the hot weather and mosquito swarms. It’s been gloriously scenic though, and traffic is much better now. Plus, if it gets too hot, there’s always snow nearby.
The warnings had been numerous. Learn how to spot it, they said. Don’t go near it, they said. Well…
Beautiful but demanding, the coastal highway makes for slow progress through scenic landscapes. The tent had its first outings, and I’m on a rest day, again.
… is a motto that I copied from a Couchsurfing host, back in 2006. It has since proven to be very true.