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the golden gate

After days of cycling on zig-zag coastal cliff highway, the Golden Gate flickers through the fog like a phantom mirage.

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the hot springs

In the morning, it is not raining but everything is sodden and water is still dripping from the trees. The sounds of droplets falling on my tent discourages me from rising and it is later than usual when I get up to make breakfast and pack everything onto the bike, sopping wet and dirty. I [...]

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2009 08 21 anna on my bike
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an enchanted garden

Johanna who I met in Talkeetna, where she provided me with a shower and a bed for the night in her hotel room, sent me off armed with her Anchorage phone number and the promise of a welcome there from her husband if she happened to be still away when I arrived.
It was thus that [...]

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2009 07 16 anna on my bike
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