Today’s ride saw us being plucked off of a mountain pass by a US Marshal, ditching all our camping equipment to try and save Paul’s bike, battling the mother of all headwinds across the worst road in America and finally jumping into a steamy hot spring bath. First stop of the day was the El…
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California Dreaming…. Ehrenberg to Glamis
Crossing a bridge over the Colorado, we were suddenly in California – our eighth and final state of the Southern Tier. It was an instant let down for Paul … no classic cars cruising the boulevards, no film stars, no babes. It certainly wasn’t the California you see in the movies and there were few…
Up, up and Away…. Austin to Johnson
The Kraemers continued to astound us with their hospitality. We were awoken at 6am by the aroma of fresh coffee and outmeal porridge, home-made by David. It contained added fruit to fortify us for the Texan hills and was accompanied by a bevy of bagels to help us on our way. Such lovely people, with…
Trump, Twitter and Time Team!…. Fort Morgan to Davis Bayou Campground
After our night in the man cave we were dry, but lots of our kit was damp due to the previous evening’s drenching. That said, sleeping in a dark, dank old fort proved much more comfortable than expected, although we decided not to leave a review on Tripadvisor! Surprisingly, the only wildlife that visited us…
Soccer Mums, cookies and Trail Magic…. Pensacola to Big Lagoon State Park
I was rudely awoken from my sofa slumber by a flash of lightning and the crash of thunder. It was only 5am and it was sheeting it down outside with the forecast predicting it would continue all day. It was also promising thunderstorms stretching out across the rest of the week all the way from…
Pancakes and the Power of Prayer – Austin Junction to Dayville
‘How’s your bonce?’ ‘Fine.’ ‘Blast. That means we’d better get up and go then’ Thankfully Paul’s cracking headache had disappeared with water and a good night’s sleep so we were up and on the road before the sun broke the skyline. The climb to the oddly named Dixie Pass (there were presumably Confederate sympathisers around…
The Sexual Politics of the Harley – Halfway to Baker City
After just a few days into this trip, Paul and I fantasised about swapping our bikes for Harleys … they are made for this sort of trip … endless miles on empty roads sweeping through the enormous landscapes. Effortless. Men of a certain age cruising around without a care in the world, thinking they were…
104° in my Shades – White Bird to New Meadows
Enclosing us as we headed south beside the Salmon River were, to the east, the Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness and, to the west, Hells Canyon Wilderness. (Honest! The Americans started bigging things up real early.) It was worryingly easy even though we were going uphill in the morning sunshine with the grandeur…
Lamont to Lander – from a Chevvy to a Bevvy
0530. That’s too early … especially as our night in the back of an old Chevrolet station wagon was so comfy. But needs must … we had 95 miles to do today. The ‘campsite’ was JD’s garden and it was a wonderful cross between a fairy grotto and a scrapyard which surrounded her trailer home….
What goes Kerdunk, Kerdunk, Kerdunk? Or how to spoil a beautiful bike ride. Hot Sulphur Springs to Warden
‘What shall we do today guys?’ came the chirpy but unnecessary question from a tent at a sub-zero 6am . ‘About 60 miles!’ came the icy answer from the other 3 tents in unison. So began another day. Waking up right by the Colorado river was special, but not so special that we’d hang around ……