Yes, I am always biking home from wherever I’ve been, since that’s what I do, travel by bike. But sometimes (okay, maybe often), I do what James and I joking call “take a bike ride on my bike ride home.” Which is to say, take the long way home. Frequently …
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 …
The other day, I was running at Mt Tabor while the sun rose, and it was glorious. It was the kind of sunrise that turns the whole world pink and orange and glowy, where everyone at some point, despite themselves and their busy lives, stops everything to look up at …
If we’ve talked in real life since I’ve gotten back from our cross-country trip, you’ve probably heard me talk about this, in which case, apologies. But something that I loved so much over three months of bike travel and that I’m trying so hard to keep up in real life …
