Really big circles
You can always make more money but you can't make more time.
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THE REDNECK CHEERS I reached Vermont this morning just before a storm. I slept under a pavilion next to the Dogtown Saloon in New Yor...
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NIAGARA FALLS I reached Niagara Fall New York. I rode the Erie Canal until it got boring about seventy miles. I rode a while w...
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COUNTRY SMELLS The breeze was humid but cool. The birds chirped in several languages, the air was fresh but lightly manure scented. The b...
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TIME FOR A NECESSARY BREAK After 36 days or more on the road, I have developed the art of being discreet with some necessary bodily...
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THIS MUST HAVE A STORY An abandoned tree house in Iowa, I wish I knew it's story.
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A WELCOME STOP WITH AN OLD FRIEND This is John, one of my greatest friends. I knew him in Ohio, then he moved to Arizona where I later ...
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A DAY OFF OF THE BIKE This as an old trolley car from Chicago . I hope to ride one of these at a local museum later today. I have been ...
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NIGHT AT THE RACES I reached Chicago Friday afternoon. I slept in a real bed and used inside plumbing at an old friends home. John and...
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MAKING PEACE WITH THE VOICES I have had just about enough solitude. I'm again bonded enough to communicate with cattle. My MP3 player b...
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MORNING FROST I like this picture now that I'm warm, it was a cold morning in Utah.
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SHOP LOCAL 700 miles and no Walmart , now that's country. The only store for thirty miles was owned by a young couple who also farmed ne...
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YOU CANNOT COMPREHEND HOW THIS TASTES Heavy fuel for Highway 50, the loneliest highway through Nevada. I have an all new concept of BIG. T...
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NO ONE CAN SEE YOU PUSH IT The mountain passes were still white and cold. At 7000 ft and over you feel it. No matter how conditioned you ar...
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HAVING THE RIGHT GEAR A cold night in a free off road Utah campsite near Bryce Canyon. The smell of Sage brush and sub freezing temperatures...
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BACK TO CIVILIZATION The motel selection is slim to none, but $59 is beyond my price range. I'll camp tonight then make Omaha tomorrow ...
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CRACKED WATER BOTTLE Utah near Bryce Canyon last night it was 17 degrees over night in the higher altitudes. I will be on the road early ...
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FELLOW TRAVELERS I bumped into these guys back in Davis California. We had no idea we would meet again. We camped together twice in Nevada....
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FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH HELPFUL STRANGERS I'm in California waiting for the snow in Mormon Pass to melt. A wonderful couple stopped m...
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WINTER COMES TO THE PUGET SOUND I stayed with these people on the way north. Winter came and they sent these photos. They were taken f...
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This is where I sit and post, well I wish. This is a beautiful home in Washington, I was fortunate to be invited in.
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