Category: 2012

staying at tomichi creek trading post cabins. Tomorrow we cross the continental divide!

nick requested to have a photo by this. Hope u can read the sign. (apologies that this is out of order. No cell service for a while there…)

11,300 ft. Climbed 2700 ft over 10 miles. Better photos coming.

playing wind instruments is harder in the thin atmosphere.

Well folks, the bike trip is at an end. Nick, Jeff, and I had a great time riding into the rockies, and even managed to get into Glenwood springs half a day ahead of schedule. We camped the last night just below independence pass at 11000 feet. Riding over the pass at 12100 feet and then sailing down to 5700 at Glenwood springs (50 miles of which was on rail trail!) made for one of the best days of cycling i’ve ever had. We’re now bustling back to California on Amtrak.

Well, we’re back at it! After a weekend of brass band madness in Boston at the Honk festival, Sarah Norr and I are about to embark on another bicycle adventure through New England. We’ll be heading up to vermont to visit our friends’ new place in the Northeast Kingdom. Our plan is to load one pannier with maple syrup and the other with cider, and just alternate straws. Once to Vermont, I’ll be heading solo to Ohio via the Finger Lakes and the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania (that’s two Grand Canyons this year, for those who are counting).
So far so good – I am once again recipient to the inexhaustible font of hospitality the spews forth from Dan Pribble’s beard. We’ve had a slight hangup in that it would seem that gnomes have made off with Sarah’s front wheel. After considering the plausibility of unicycling 200 miles, Dan’s friend Mariana has hooked Sarah up with a spare wheel, so we should be all set to depart tomorrow morning. We’ll let you know how it goes!

So far, so good. I wouldn’t say it’s warm, but it hasn’t been too cold. We started by getting some rediculous directions on how to get out of Boston, then cruising along the minuteman bike path to get out into the countryside. After getting some more rediculous directions from a bike shop, we continued rolling through some gorgeous farmland. Sarah and I are determined to take this opportunity to define the difference between bucolic, idyllic, and pastoral.

Unfortunately, the diner we ate breakfast in didn’t have real breakfast. Hopefully, we’ll fare better in New Hampshire!