While I was waiting for my shipped bike to show up to Lake Tahoe, I borrowed my aunt’s bike. Yep, the one that I borrowed from her when I was in Morgan Hill, CA earlier this year. The old, creaky, heavy one that, regardless, provides a pretty solid means of …
Oh, Oregon. It’s true–both these pictures are from the same 3-day bike trip: On Monday when I left, it was a good 70 degrees and sunny. The next two days? Rain, rain, rain. And cold. I guess in this picture I hadn’t put on my beanie and extra sweatshirt layer …
Mini bike adventure time! I’m heading out tomorrow for just a few days, which means that today I’ve slowly been adding to a pile of stuff on my floor: This is what my house always looks like before I leave: a collection of the things I want to bring with …
Of course: a magical combination of feeling disgruntled about work and reading a book about long-distance adventure has once more kindled the ever-flickering stasia wanderlust. (As if it’s not enough to have just gotten back from Puerto Rico…) * Hm. I’ve now tried a whole bunch of ways to explain …
