Once I rode my bike from Vancouver to Los Angeles. The first leg of the trip smelled cold, wet and salty. Like fish and chips. Like morning fog. The same way northern Spain smells and sometimes New York City. The next leg of the trip smelled like dry sun. Brown burnt grass. Mexican food. Deserts. […]
Tag: West Coast
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 […]
Anne Foster 