Bigger adventures needing more than a weekend away from Portland
Yesterday was a year to the day that James and I flew back from Portland, Maine at the conclusion of our cross-country bike trip. Aww! I didn’t really expect to feel sentimental about it, but I kind of do! In fact, I almost got distracted from writing anything at all …
A million years ago, my brother and I talked in the abstract about biking to Mt. Hood (to be all settler-name about it) and climbing it. The conversation went something along the lines of why haven’t you climbed Mt. Hood yet when you live so close to it? (him) and …
Memorial Day! This is frequently a weird holiday for me since though I often have some time off, I also often have a hard time getting psyched on it. I’m not sure why really — maybe cuz the snowpack is still usually kinda low, the camping weather is sometimes iffy, …
Ha. That title is a joke to myself, since as I was writing this I was laughing to myself about the idea of turning it into a semi-satirical, clickbait how-to article full of fake-authoritative bike-touring relationship advice. The idea of writing any sort of how-to article about relationships is hilarious …
