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This will be a brief post this week. I have completed 4719 miles of this journey across the North American continent, which I started three months ago (April 21, 2018) in Bar Harbor, Maine. I am resting today and spending some time with friends here on the Oregon coast. Tomorrow morning, I will ride the …
One of the advantages of moving through the world on a bicycle is being able to interact with people that you pass, eye to eye, in a human way that is just about impossible when traveling in a fast moving infernal combustion contraption. Most people that commute to work or school by bicycle know this …
Three thousand six hundred and five is the number of miles I have traveled to arrive in Dillion, Montana. It has happened quite a number times all along the way on this trip but it is occurring more often now that I am riding over high mountain passes with views of snow-laced peaks made of …
This post comes to you from Lander, Wyoming. I have so far traveled 3236 miles. Yesterday (June 21) marked two months on the road. Happy Solstice, by the way. According to this map that shows the territories of the indigenous people prior to the European invasion of the Americas, up to this point on the …
I am at milepost 2889 of my journey, in the Frisco, Colorado vicinity. This is the part of the trip for which I have longed from the start. To claim the bragging rights of having crossed a continent, one has to actually traverse the entire width of it. And so, I had to travel through …
I am now at mile marker 994 in my bike trip across North America, in the vicinity of Erie, PA. In the last post, I bemoaned the circumstance in which we find ourselves at the bottom of a metaphorical hill 50 years after Dr. Martin Luther King’s call for a revolution in values, in which …
At the end of the second week of my bicycle journey across the United States, I am in the vicinity of Pulaski, New York, having pedaled 627 miles. The journey as a metaphor for life is well-worn and so I don’t want to unravel its already tattered threads. But, I hope you will indulge me …
Hooray! I have made it to my starting point in Bar Harbor, ME. I plan to get on the road with my bike tomorrow morning. While I am here, I am doing my best to resist asking what must be a worn out question in this town: “So, hey. Where’s the bar?” The train trip …
For the next few months, this blog is going to be somewhat travel-related. In mid-April, I plan to embark on a trans-continental bike journey from the Atlantic Ocean shore in Bar Harbor, Maine to the Pacific coast at Astoria, Oregon. My route will go through the mountains and hills of New England and then follow …