I got to the campsite earlier than usual. I pulled my bike up to the check-in window. I didn’t see anyone inside the booth but the lights were on so I knocked on the window. Nothing happened, but I heard people talking. I walked around to the other side where I found two men wearing […]
Tag: travel
Tuesday June 14
On Tuesday June 14 I woke up on a couch in a house in North Hero, Vermont. There were beds, but I liked the couch. I like sometimes to sleep close to the places where I live. I woke up around 7am. Annie and Rosie were still sleeping. I made what was left of my […]
Forget Montreal (edited version)
On Tuesday (not this Tuesday, or last Tuesday, but the Tuesday before that) I arrived in Panton Vermont–a town just south of Burlington where I was staying the night. I had been on the road almost a week and still I didn’t have much of a plan. I had no return transportation. I had no […]
On the road again
I’m riding my bike to Montreal. I wish I could tell you more about this, but I really have to go. So I’ll leave you with this alternative reading about the road. And this picture of a gift given by the badass B Costa.
Spontaneous haircuts
A few years ago I was in Barcelona with my parents. (I spent the year teaching English there. They came to visit. Etc. Etc.) My mom spoke a little Spanish. My dad, almost none. One afternoon my dad went out for a walk and came back with… a haircut. My mouth fell open. But… what […]
Picking up chicks and narrowly escaping death at Coney Island
So there’s this movie–that I actually have not seen… but I saw a preview for it once on accident. I was watching something on youtube and it automatically played the next thing, which was this trailer. Zach Galifianakis is talking to Keir Gilchrist in a hospital. Zach says, “Why are you in an ER at […]
What New York, start-up culture, and my bike have to do with each other
It’s a building in SoHo. I take the elevator to the sixth floor. As soon as it opens I felt exposed. The elevator opens right into the “start-up” office. It’s just what you think it is–there are long tables speckled with people on laptops. There’s a small cafe/breakroom and someone who appears to be a […]
I am a woman and I ride my bike
(Roar.) Feminism is experiencing a resurgence these days. I’m a feminist and I think it’s great. So for what it’s worth, here are my thoughts on being a woman and also riding my bike. First, I love. love love love. That I live in a place, in a culture, in a family, in a time, […]
Never stop growing
This photo is in response to the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge. Find more photos and stories about endurance here.
Road hospitality: pay it forward
If you’ve kept up with my blog, you know that on the first day of my bike trip I stayed at a campsite north of Vancouver where I met Jenny, mother in the fearless biking family of four. Jenny gave me lots of cycling tips, one of which was to connect with cyclists and hosts […]
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