I can barely see my hands. If I look out and up, I can see flickering porch lights in the distance and farther up, the…
Our last days bikepacking in Cuba took us from Bahia Onda back to Havana. There was a lack of water and way too much water…
We awake well rested and high spirited for the day. We’ve had two easy days of pedaling that have both ended in ways that far…
The clouds are hanging low as I pull into the Zen Trailhead. There’s been a light rain coming down all morning. The ground is wet,…
It’s dark, about 9 PM. There isn’t a soul out in it. The wind is howling and it’s cold. Everyone has been in bed for…
My alarm goes off at its typical 5 am. I’m jammed into the bed of the ’94 Toyota pickup truck that I’ve just learned has…
So I’ve been going through all the videos I recorded during our ride around the San Jose del Pacifico Grand Dirt Tour and I’ve honestly…
9,987 feet and climbing. Everybody suffers in their own way. I’m convinced that given an end, I can suffer through just about anything. By knowing…