We set out from Guachochi towards Sinforosa Canyon on foot. We cover the 20 odd kilometres in a few hours with the help of a couple of lifts from locals in the back of pickup trucks.
We hike down to a suspension bridge that marks the end of vehicle roads and camp for the night in [...]
One of the best things about walking in the Copper Canyon area is experiencing the amazing natural surroundings.
Travelling with a knowledgeable and observant companion has meant I have learnt a lot about some things which I previously knew nothing. The following is a list of some of the birds that I have seen, some of [...]
I am riding along a rural back-road, a scene of green fields and barbed wire fences, blackberry brambles and grazing cows. Golden sun warms the afternoon air.
I hear persistent barking ahead. I look up and see a black and white dog running apace with a car travelling towards me, lunging and snapping at the wheels. [...]
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, pacific oceanI’m up and away early to avoid early morning dog walkers – the worst scourge of the demi-urban wild camper.
Today, I have an evening destination in mind and it is about sixty miles (100 kilometres) away which is, in theory, an easier day than the previous three or four. I want to camp at the [...]
By morning, the weather has cleared and Babs, Dennis and I set off to explore the area around Forks.
Cape Flattery is the north-western corner of the Washington Peninsula and it is a dramatic, beautiful coastline. We drive along a coastal road that passes through Neah Bay, home to the Makah people. We walk on a [...]
Slugs are a little gross but some are also pretty amazing. These are a few I have been impressed by.
Also tagged canada, on the highway, retro-blogging, signage, slugsFrom Meziadin Lake, my destination is Stewart, a small coastal town, at the end of a 65 kilometre dead-end road. I discuss the road with the park operator and he mentions that once I’m past Windy Hill the road is pretty flat. Windy Hill is a name that sets warning bells off in a cyclist’s [...]
Also tagged bears, border crossings, canadaThe ferry docks at Valdez at about 8.30 pm and I ride to a campsite just outside town to camp for the night.
Valdez is where the Trans-Alaska Pipeline, that I followed for five hundred miles along the Dalton Highway from Deadhorse until Fairbanks, terminates. The pipeline carries millions and millions of gallons of crude oil each [...]
Whittier, one of the port towns on the Alaska Marine Highway, is approached through a long narrow two and a half mile tunnel that was blasted out of the rocky mountain in a matter of months as part of America’s preparations for World War II. However, it has only recently been open to private traffic [...]
Also tagged alaska, valdez