Category Archives: Travelogues

A comfort zone is the general area of skills, experience, and knowledge where you’ve got a pretty good handle on things. Leaving your comfort zone exposes you to uncertainty. That’s the whole point. It’s common, perhaps too easy, to “pretend” … Continue reading →

For hours, I looked forward to the unmistakable landmark of route 138. It was paved and I’d be crossing it. When I finally crossed it I stopped for a photo and rest. (Looking at the map weeks and weeks later, … Continue reading →

I started day three with a spring in my step. (For those of you just tuning in I was solo riding the Wyoming Backcountry Discovery Route on my small cheap motorcycle.) Most folks (among the lunatics who do this sort … Continue reading →

Maybe I’ll avoid the rain so long as the road doesn’t veer left. Or maybe I’ll just take it in the teeth. Danger Will Robinson! When you get through a tough spot it’s good to look back take a picture … Continue reading →

The rough day turned mild as I rode past inert poison gas signs and countless antelope. Delightfully, nothing weird happened. I baked dry in the sun and settled into the rhythm of the trip. My next milestone, the “town” of … Continue reading →

The day before had been ridiculously eventful. That night I carefully took care of myself with rest, food, hydration, Ibuprofen, etc… It wasn’t enough. I had something like a hangover. Muscles ached like I’d been trampled by wildebeests and my … Continue reading →

Photos from my trip (in no particular order). The rock star of my cheap dual sport luggage, a Tusk Tank Bag: New handguards. Cheaper than a visit to the ER for a wrist x-ray if I drop the bike. Studly … Continue reading →

When nature is administering an ass whooping, I usually deliberately slow down. If you’re soaking wet, or cold, or lost, or twisted an ankle, or it’s dark when you planned on being in camp by sunset… you’ve already made one … Continue reading →

I can’t say I didn’t have ample warning. This particular engine of mayhem spent hours building up in the distance; only to steamroll me when the time was right. Bad luck, the only rock shelter overlooked a small canyon and … Continue reading →

The mystery and joy of “adventures” is that time becomes malleable. It was mid-afternoon and I’d already lived a year’s fun. I’d been through regret and uncertainty as my little bike struggled over a high altitude pass on smooth pavement. … Continue reading →