Big cities exert a strange fascination and I’m glad to have a chance to get to know Mexico City a bit.
My excuse for an extended stay in the D.F. is provided by David, an old friend from Sydney, who is meeting me here in the metropolis as the starting point for a couple of weeks [...]
After days of cycling on zig-zag coastal cliff highway, the Golden Gate flickers through the fog like a phantom mirage.
Also tagged california, magic, san franciscoI start to develop the urge to arrive in San Francisco when there is still 400 miles, or so, to go. I ride along the glorious coastline, in and out of giant redwood forest, but I am driven forward by an urge I can’t quite put my finger on.
However, my relentless advance doesn’t stop me [...]
I set off from Jedediah Smith and turn not west towards the coast but east to find a gravel road that will take me back to the coast, through the forest, popping out on Highway 101 slightly south of Crescent City.
The road meanders through ancient redwoods and I ride with awe in my heart. The [...]
I was planning to ride to a state park in Brookings just north of the California state line for the ease and convenience of the hiker/biker camp but I have mixed feelings about it. The last two nights I have camped in hiker/biker camps, first at Cape Argo and then at Humbug Mountain, with the [...]
Also tagged a place to stay, camping, oregonThe weather has been beautiful as I’ve ridden down the coast – balmy, warm days cooling down slightly in the evening when the sun sets. I have been blessed with an unusually warm dry summer which is drifting gently into a warm dry autumn.
I exist in a total media blackout, paying not the slightest heed [...]
The road drifts away from the shoreline as rocky cliffs give way to shifting sand dunes on Oregon’s coast.
I pass a sign indicating a campground and continue climbing to the top of a long hill. I am riding through forest on a still warm afternoon. Fireweed, a roadside companion that has been with me all [...]
Everything is slightly out of kilter for me on the Pacific west coast.
It is the mornings that are misty here. The sun rises – in the east, like it always does – behind the hills and as it creeps upwards light spills in luminous sheets and shafts through gaps and fissures in the ranges, silver [...]
In Newport, I visit the bike shop in the hope of getting a kickstand for my bike. I am really sick of finding places to lean my bike when I stop on the road to take a photo or have a snack or any number of other reasons. Often there is nowhere suitable and I [...]
Also tagged bibliophilia, oregon, wildlifeA short walk on the beach offers a multitude of treasures.
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