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SITTING STILL IS EXHAUSTING The Grand Canyon is a breath taking sight no matter how many times I see it. I ran the length of the south rim ...

one hundred

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THE ESSENCE OF TOURING Alone, hundreds of miles from home and everyone I meet is a total stranger. I can't call a friend or relative to...

ninety nine

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THE SIDE OF THE ROAD IS A PRIVATE BUT VERY PUBLIC PLACE I am alone but all I do is visible to everyone. I once wondered what my observers th...

ninety eight

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THE PLACE I RELAX The side of a highway is a place I find serenity. The rocks, broken glass, nails, wire, pot holes, and constant traffic k...

ninety seven

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THE BIG CITY The Navajo Nation was a wide open place with few places to buy anything but jewelry. I don't understand why there wasn...

ninety six

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RIDING DOWNHILL INTO A HEADWIND Cycling is mostly climbing if you measure it in time. It takes forever to climb a thousand feet at four or...

ninety five

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HORSE THIEVES SUCK I have lived in the wild west long enough to understand why they hanged horse thieves.  I have a mode of transportation ...

ninety four

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FIVE NIGHTS IN A TENT Five nights in a tent while touring are like this; the first couple of nights are fine, the third and fourth are tole...

ninety three

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THE HIGH DESERT  Utah near St George. This is the end of the spring thaw so this creek is usually very low or dry. Water and jobs are limit...

ninety two

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GETTING INTO THE MOOD Now and then I need a roof over my head, a bath, a bed, electric outlets, and a TV. I budget myself to thirty bucks p...

ninety one

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THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE I had never felt so far from home and all I had was my bicycle and my legs are the only power to get me home.  I real...

ninety

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A VERY LONG DAY I was racing the sun trying to make it to Blythe on the California, Arizona border before dark. I lost but the roads were ...

eighty nine

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CALIFORNIA COAST Into the unknown, the coast north of San Francisco. I know very little about the Pacific northwest and don't have any ...

eighty eight

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MY FIRST LONG STRETCH OF NOTHING .....I WAS HOOKED. The Yuha desert in California, was a welcomed experience. My years of bicycle riding we...

eighty seven

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EVER BEACH LOOKS FAMILIAR One of the wide white sand beaches of California. I enjoyed the weekdays because the traffic was light and the be...

eighty six

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THE BEACH LIFESTYLE This is an East coast beach, once again I'm not sure where. My visits to Ocean City Maryland when I was in Grade sc...

eighty five

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STRANGE TRAVELERS (OTHER) This is a fellow cyclist who was traveling from Tucson, Az to Sacramento, California. The picture doesn't sho...

eighty four

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ON THE EDGE OF A DREAM The ocean is a mystery to this lifelong land lover. My fondest memories are of vacations down the east coast with...

eighty three

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THE DOOR STOP LANE This is a windy California beach where the surfers use some type of kite. There is a full line of cars lining the highwa...

eighty two

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SEAL BEACH As a midwestern boy, I spent many a day of my youth skinny dipping in local secluded ponds and lakes. I had heard of the many nu...