Day 6. Seven devils, anyone?

This morning I had seven devils for breakfast. What is that, you ask. A type of beer? No, but that would have been an excellent idea. Seven eggs done easy over with a side of bacon drowned in Siracha sauce? No, but that also sounds like a great idea. The seven devils are a group

Day 3. And then there were 2

Three days in and I have already met some very cool and inspirational people. One of them happens to be curious about what it feels like to ride a loaded bike over a 1000 foot hill. My new cyclist friend, Dan, and I have been sitting in the campsite pondering our first huge hill that

Day 2. Why are small town Americans all so weird?

Trying to fit in with the small-town weirdos Riding a bike is a seriously different experience than driving in a car, especially when it comes to small towns. In a car you blink and you have passed through small towns. Especially the really small ones, you barely ever stop unless it is to use the

Day 1. Hot and bothered from seaside to nehalem

It was hot. And really beautiful. Mainly hot. I think I got sunstroke. Wait, why am i doing this again? Met a nice older guy from Vancouver who bought me lunch. Score! Life is good. I hope it doesn’t rain cause even without rain my tent was moist with all the dew this morning. The

The journey

So I really wanted to sit down and write a blog post, I really did! But life got in the way and I never was able to condense my thoughts about why it is I have decided to bike down to Santa Cruz. Perhaps it is better this way, I mean part of the reason