I know it has been a while since I last wrote on here, but I feel inclined to finish up my story. From December 28th to Jan 13th I rode up the coast towards San Francisco. Most of the time I was using Google Maps bike routes (beta). This leg of the trip was the … Continue reading Cycling the Pacific Coast: San Diego to San Francisco-ish
I went to the Women's March in Oakland. I came in with little expectations, high hopes, but unsure of the direction of the protest - whether it was anti-Trump or pro-women or both. It was both, with a healthy mix of all the liberal issues; protecting the environment, anti-violence, defending rights of immigrants, minorities, and … Continue reading Women’s March
Outside the rain and wind are picking up again, dousing my bike and rinsing off the mud from yesterday.
I wanted to title this post something like: "How to crowdfund $1500 in... 1 day/while sleeping in a 1950's VW Vagabond bus/while WWOOFing." But that would be dishonest and misleading
I love reading books. There's something inherently satisfying about turning pages, getting lost in another world, learning something new, then putting them on your shelf after reading them or giving them away to friends. They help me fall asleep at night and cure boredom on a rainy day.
Well, I made it. Safely, happily, no pain, no regrets. Now I have this blog and hundreds of pictures to remind me of the experience!
...But you wait, you give your life's length to listening, and nothing happens. The ice rolls up, the ice rolls back, and still that single note obtains. The tension, or lack of it, is intolerable. The silence is not actually suppression: instead, it is all there is.” -Annie Dillard
I got here yesterday, December 8th. Which means it took me just a day under 3 months to bike 4,150 miles!
I've been halfway to my destination for the past two weeks. Which is not something that I mind, though I usually tack on "well, I'm a little more than halfway." Being halfway to a destination is a friendly milestone if you don't dwell on the tribulations of the past nor have too much expectation for the future.
A brief description of the happenings from Bunkie, Louisiana to Austin, Texas.