When I was younger, my family used to go camping. Some of it I remember: bison licking the windows of our car in Yellowstone, for example, or playing in the creeks and rivers with my brother, Alex inevitably falling in. ;) I remember eating cookies at Glacier Point in Yosemite; …
Let me set the stage: I’m stuck on the west side of the Hawthorne Bridge while the Portland Spirit — our resident cruise ship — slo-o-o-o-o-owly glides under the raised middle. The closed road gates insistently beep-beep-beep-beep-beep until the sound becomes, I’m pretty sure, a permanent fixture of my …
When I travel by bike, one of my favorite things is being able to find amazing places to camp. Without a car, I’m pretty darn maneuverable and can finagle myself into some fairly remote and beautiful places, without anyone ever knowing I’m there. (on the Colorado River in Utah) (overlooking …
Probably the thing that takes the most amount of thought before I leave for any bike trip is what I’m going to bring with me and how I’m going to pack it all. And as I was biking through Utah, it was the question that people most often asked me: …
