Tag: 29+
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To Christchurch
“Now, we enter the Plains of Despair!” I say. We’ve left the mountains and are have to cross about a hundred miles of very flat farm country before Christchurch. “I really wish you would stop calling it the Plains of…
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Dunedin to Mt. Cook
We ride into Dunedin on a sunny afternoon, then a cold rain moves in. We pay to camp at a hostel, which is a nice option sometimes— sleep in the yard instead of in a smelly, snore filled dorm, hang…
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Loreto to San Evaristo
“We gonna start another war!” yells the older French Canadian guy. We’re burning some palm fronds that I gathered up earlier from around the campground. The fat bases of the fronds make pretty decent firewood. “Another war!” he yells at…
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Loreto to Agua Verde to Loreto
— Ok, I think I’ll be good now. I stand up slow, covered in spiky grass seed. I’ve had four very loose stools (to use the clinical term) in the last eight miles. The delicious eggs we ate at that…
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Mulege to Loreto
Can’t pass up the Lava Pies for reakfabst. — We’re at an RV park that’s mostly full of retired Canadians. It’s real cheap, the view is good, and the shower is nice. I’m on the beach, trying to clean the…
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Bahia Los Angeles to Mulege
“Should we check the place?” I say. The sign for the rancho is snapped in half, the painted letters flaking like they haven’t been retouched in a decade. “I don’t know, it really looks like there’s not anything there.” Cervaza…
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Camino Diablo to Bahia Los Angeles
“Stop here. Here, come up here. To the line. What is your business in Mexico, and where are you going?” says the border guard. He frowns and crosses his arms. I push my bike into Los Algodones, totally overwhelmed. The…
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Phoenix to Ajo
An A-10 pulls out of a strafing run, jet engines echo off the mountains. It takes a couple seconds for the sound from the gun to get to us. And at 3,900 rounds a minute, it sounds more like a zipper,…
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Black Canyon Trail
I sit up, and brush my face on ice-crusted nylon. Geez. I thought Sedona was supposed to be warm. “Colleen, stop breathing so heavy. You’re making it snow inside the tent.” “I’m not breathing heavy! You sleep with your mouth…
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Backcountry Cruising
After everybody got their underpants in a bunch over the low snowpack in April, a ton of rain in May took things right back to where they should have been. No shortage of water right now, although Matt contaminated everything…
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