Robert and I ride together for a while longer before parting ways. He just flew in from Alaska where he has been working at Denali National Park. I ply him with fresh brewed coffee and instant mashed potatoes and ask questions about biking in Alaska. The green tunnel of trees is replaced by flat grasslands …
Day 15: One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish
Last night, I drank a beer in a city park where I pitched my tent and this morning I’m going across the street to use the bathroom at a gas station. Truly embracing the solar hobo lifestyle. Random motorist, “We saw another bike like yours a few days ago.”“Really? Where was it?”“It couldn’t have been …
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