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TAKING A BREAK WAITING OUT THE STORM Eureka Nevada on the loneliest highway route 50. I started my journey a bit too early, but it is har...

A DISTANT STORM HEADING MY WAY On a small bicycle weighing ninety pounds with less then one horse power you are at the mercy of every whim ...

STARTING A NEW ADVENTURE ACROSS THE CONTINENT Leaving San Francisco on the ferry north to Vallejo. Everything felt wrong and awkward just ...

THIS IS THE SECOND THOUGHTS STAGE This is the second day, everything is wrong, nothing feels quite right and I'm wondering if my body wi...

COMMANDO CAMPING The bike path through Sacramento was a great place to camp, after I got through the center of town there were less sketchy...

NOT JUST THE LAST BUT THE ONLY STOP Nevada was a state that needed some planning and  strategy to survive . This was the only stop between ...

FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH GENEROUS STRANGERS This is Junior, a dog who became my best friend while camping north of San Francisco. This was a ...

NEVADA STATE HIGHWAY 50 KNOWN AS THE LONELIEST HIGHWAY This was it for 400 plus miles through Nevada. The traffic was very light, about one...

A BIG TYPE OF BEAUTY Nevada has a big type if beauty. If you look at what is directly around you, it seems dry, gray, and lifeless. Howev...

THE SHOE TREE This strange tree had no explanation or name  it was simply standing alone on a long stretch in Nevada. Several people had...

FEELING SMALL, A VERY GOOD THING The open roads of Nevada were a distant memory until I scanned through my pictures. The days were spent i...

MEMORIES You cannot know what stirs in me as I see this picture. It fills up my senses like nothing else. The pictures, sounds, silence, a...

THE MORNING MYSTERY My daily journey took me sometimes 100 miles from where I had slept the previous night. Each morning as open my eyes the...

The North West Coast, its like New England with amazing sunsets but no chowder!

BICYCLE CULTURE IS BICYCLE CULTURE It was a clear warm Saturday in East Cleveland, and there he was , a man named Daryl. He was the crea...

HOLY POLISH BOY AND A SODA An East Cleveland Baptist Church was selling lunches as a Saturday fund raiser. I learned about Polish boy san...

THE FINISH LINE I made the coast of New Hampshire 4044 miles from San Francisco according to my GPS. This includes all of the miles Walt...

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...

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...

COUNTRY SMELLS The breeze  was humid but cool. The birds chirped in several languages, the air was fresh but lightly manure scented. The b...