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Not Broke, Not Even Broken...
A blog about...a motorcycle trip in 2013 from North America to Central America and now about a bicycle trip from Alaska to San Diego. But it is really about So much more....Life! If you are between age 45-whatever and you thought the financial chips would fall in a different, more lucrative way, then you just may find this enriching, refreshing and inspiring!

It is about how to define or redefine our sense of “purpose”, “happiness”. In our world, when things appear to be upside down, even twisted; there is a great “purpose” for each and every one of us. Our “purpose” and “happiness” is needed!

THE WAY IT WAS

I’m back!  Thanks to many, many old and new friends along the way!  We think we do these things solo, but I never could have done this on my own!  Mankind is so GOOD!  I had so many highs in my journey!  I had intense times too!  I think the nights out in the middle of Canada were the most concerning. The days of having to be self sufficient (food wise) were a challenge too!  This trip stretched me, because my nature is spontaneous and trusting, but this journey won’t let one glide like that. Because you can go several days without cafés or stores and because ones body needs lots of intake of nutrition, you need to eat and eat well!  I had to plan my food for days at a time. I bonked (ran out of energy) once and learned my lesson, because it takes about 24 hours to re engage. I learned to eat every half hour. I had to force myself to eat. You are not eating for that half an hour, but for an hour later…if that makes sense. 

The wildlife was amazing and at the same time intense. You have to know that seeing a bear by the side of the road is one thing via car, but by bicycle is a whole other deal. A bear can out run any bike, no matter how much adrenaline one may have. And make no mistake about this, a black bear is much more dangerous than a grizzly. A grizzly wants to swat you out of it’s food path. If a black bear decides to attack, it wants to eat you. Hence is why with a grizzly you roll up in a ball. With a black bear, you fight like hell!  Prayer is a huge aspect, at least for me. I felt like all of God’s creatures were just where they were suppose to be. I just prayed that at night, I was where I was suppose to be. I didn’t always trust that though!  

It’s one thing writing about this in a coffee shop in Topanga, Cali, it’s a whole other thing being in the wilds of the Yukon, in the dark, hearing noises, in your tent, in your bag and one hand on the pepper spray!  

Glad to be back!  I think the biggest difference between being 18 years old like Keith and Keith were in 1974 and 40 years later being my age is….actually not much!  Now this may surprise you, but I think it’s true. As we go through this life, we buy into many limitations. I would say I think the biggest difference is an 18 year old is more willing to crawl into a damp or wet sleeping bag. But I think that is a wisdom thing or been there, done that…kind of thing!  

My helmet of off to Keith & Keith!  I respect what they accomplished and further more, Keith Jackson going on from San Francisco to Tierra del Fuego, Argentina solo!  What an achievement and am honored to have known these two Keith’s!  Now I have the privilege to make this movie and because I was able to do what I just did, I will be consulting these Hollywood actors on…THE WAY IT WAS!

THE WAY IT WAS

I’m back! Thanks to many, many old and new friends along the way! We think we do these things solo, but I never could have done this on my own! Mankind is so GOOD! I had so many highs in my journey! I had intense times too! I think the nights out in the middle of Canada were the most concerning. The days of having to be self sufficient (food wise) were a challenge too! This trip stretched me, because my nature is spontaneous and trusting, but this journey won’t let one glide like that. Because you can go several days without cafés or stores and because ones body needs lots of intake of nutrition, you need to eat and eat well! I had to plan my food for days at a time. I bonked (ran out of energy) once and learned my lesson, because it takes about 24 hours to re engage. I learned to eat every half hour. I had to force myself to eat. You are not eating for that half an hour, but for an hour later…if that makes sense.

The wildlife was amazing and at the same time intense. You have to know that seeing a bear by the side of the road is one thing via car, but by bicycle is a whole other deal. A bear can out run any bike, no matter how much adrenaline one may have. And make no mistake about this, a black bear is much more dangerous than a grizzly. A grizzly wants to swat you out of it’s food path. If a black bear decides to attack, it wants to eat you. Hence is why with a grizzly you roll up in a ball. With a black bear, you fight like hell! Prayer is a huge aspect, at least for me. I felt like all of God’s creatures were just where they were suppose to be. I just prayed that at night, I was where I was suppose to be. I didn’t always trust that though!

It’s one thing writing about this in a coffee shop in Topanga, Cali, it’s a whole other thing being in the wilds of the Yukon, in the dark, hearing noises, in your tent, in your bag and one hand on the pepper spray!

Glad to be back! I think the biggest difference between being 18 years old like Keith and Keith were in 1974 and 40 years later being my age is….actually not much! Now this may surprise you, but I think it’s true. As we go through this life, we buy into many limitations. I would say I think the biggest difference is an 18 year old is more willing to crawl into a damp or wet sleeping bag. But I think that is a wisdom thing or been there, done that…kind of thing!

My helmet of off to Keith & Keith! I respect what they accomplished and further more, Keith Jackson going on from San Francisco to Tierra del Fuego, Argentina solo! What an achievement and am honored to have known these two Keith’s! Now I have the privilege to make this movie and because I was able to do what I just did, I will be consulting these Hollywood actors on…THE WAY IT WAS!

THE WAY IT WAS

I’m back!  Thanks to many, many old and new friends along the way!  We think we do these things solo, but I never could have done this on my own!  Mankind is so GOOD!  I had so many highs in my journey!  I had intense times too!  I think the nights out in the middle of Canada were the most concerning. The days of having to be self sufficient (food wise) were a challenge too!  This trip stretched me, because my nature is spontaneous and trusting, but this journey won’t let one glide like that. Because you can go several days without cafés or stores and because ones body needs lots of intake of nutrition, you need to eat and eat well!  I had to plan my food for days at a time. I bonked (ran out of energy) once and learned my lesson, because it takes about 24 hours to re engage. I learned to eat every half hour. I had to force myself to eat. You are not eating for that half an hour, but for an hour later…if that makes sense. 

The wildlife was amazing and at the same time intense. You have to know that seeing a bear by the side of the road is one thing via car, but by bicycle is a whole other deal. A bear can out run any bike, no matter how much adrenaline one may have. And make no mistake about this, a black bear is much more dangerous than a grizzly. A grizzly wants to swat you out of it’s food path. If a black bear decides to attack, it wants to eat you. Hence is why with a grizzly you roll up in a ball. With a black bear, you fight like hell!  Prayer is a huge aspect, at least for me. I felt like all of God’s creatures were just where they were suppose to be. I just prayed that at night, I was where I was suppose to be. I didn’t always trust that though!  

It’s one thing writing about this in a coffee shop in Topanga, Cali, it’s a whole other thing being in the wilds of the Yukon, in the dark, hearing noises, in your tent, in your bag and one hand on the pepper spray!  

Glad to be back!  I think the biggest difference between being 18 years old like Keith and Keith were in 1974 and 40 years later being my age is….actually not much!  Now this may surprise you, but I think it’s true. As we go through this life, we buy into many limitations. I would say I think the biggest difference is an 18 year old is more willing to crawl into a damp or wet sleeping bag. But I think that is a wisdom thing or been there, done that…kind of thing!  

My helmet of off to Keith & Keith!  I respect what they accomplished and further more, Keith Jackson going on from San Francisco to Tierra del Fuego, Argentina solo!  What an achievement and am honored to have known these two Keith’s!  Now I have the privilege to make this movie and because I was able to do what I just did, I will be consulting these Hollywood actors on…THE WAY IT WAS!

THE WAY IT WAS

I’m back! Thanks to many, many old and new friends along the way! We think we do these things solo, but I never could have done this on my own! Mankind is so GOOD! I had so many highs in my journey! I had intense times too! I think the nights out in the middle of Canada were the most concerning. The days of having to be self sufficient (food wise) were a challenge too! This trip stretched me, because my nature is spontaneous and trusting, but this journey won’t let one glide like that. Because you can go several days without cafés or stores and because ones body needs lots of intake of nutrition, you need to eat and eat well! I had to plan my food for days at a time. I bonked (ran out of energy) once and learned my lesson, because it takes about 24 hours to re engage. I learned to eat every half hour. I had to force myself to eat. You are not eating for that half an hour, but for an hour later…if that makes sense.

The wildlife was amazing and at the same time intense. You have to know that seeing a bear by the side of the road is one thing via car, but by bicycle is a whole other deal. A bear can out run any bike, no matter how much adrenaline one may have. And make no mistake about this, a black bear is much more dangerous than a grizzly. A grizzly wants to swat you out of it’s food path. If a black bear decides to attack, it wants to eat you. Hence is why with a grizzly you roll up in a ball. With a black bear, you fight like hell! Prayer is a huge aspect, at least for me. I felt like all of God’s creatures were just where they were suppose to be. I just prayed that at night, I was where I was suppose to be. I didn’t always trust that though!

It’s one thing writing about this in a coffee shop in Topanga, Cali, it’s a whole other thing being in the wilds of the Yukon, in the dark, hearing noises, in your tent, in your bag and one hand on the pepper spray!

Glad to be back! I think the biggest difference between being 18 years old like Keith and Keith were in 1974 and 40 years later being my age is….actually not much! Now this may surprise you, but I think it’s true. As we go through this life, we buy into many limitations. I would say I think the biggest difference is an 18 year old is more willing to crawl into a damp or wet sleeping bag. But I think that is a wisdom thing or been there, done that…kind of thing!

My helmet of off to Keith & Keith! I respect what they accomplished and further more, Keith Jackson going on from San Francisco to Tierra del Fuego, Argentina solo! What an achievement and am honored to have known these two Keith’s! Now I have the privilege to make this movie and because I was able to do what I just did, I will be consulting these Hollywood actors on…THE WAY IT WAS!

IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE IT IS…

Here I come all the way by bicycle out of the Northwest Territories of Alaska, Yukon, BC, Canada, Washington, Oregon, Cali. It’s been an adventure of thrills and chills!  It’s been fun and scary and rewarding and frustrating, but that’s life isn’t it?  This is how we grow!  But what I have so loved about it is, it awoke my endorphins and made me feel alive!  It took me from manhood to boyhood! 

I was thrilled to ride through Stinson Beach and over Mount Tamalpais to The Golden Gate Bridge, that disappeared in the dense fog!  I sang to myself, “I Left My Heart In San Francisco” as I peddled my way across to the city where I was born…my hometown!

So that was my high!  My low…came yesterday at the Fulton Street Fair. Now I had a pretty good idea of what I was going to witness, but then again, not quite! The human race is full of contrasts and contradictions, but so is The Bible too!  Yesterday’s event so reminded me of the rise and fall of The Roman Empire. I ride out of natures purity into watching people being tied up and whipped with leathers until their backs had welts or worse…bleeding!  At one point I said out loud, “And we believe in love and peace and not war!?!”.  And then a girl in front of me turned around and said, “it’s their way of feeling loved and it’s their right!”.  I didn’t respond!  I had lock jaw!

What’s wrong with us?  That is NOT LOVE!  I call that being so “open minded, their brains have fallen out”!  I also call it…sad!  I call it saddistic behavior, not loving, not peaceful, not humane!  This event attracted thousands and thousands. Why does mankind go in this direction?  Why did people follow Hitler and Stallin?  Why does slavery still go on?  Why do we inhale smoke in our pure lungs?  

The answer to these questions is…there is no answer to these questions!  It’s a waste of breath, time and thought to even begin to answer these questions!  Why? Because they are material based questions. You start with limited matter and one ends with limited matter. It’s the old catch 22 deal or  the dog chasing its tail. Humans will always be drawn to different degrees of perverseness. 

This material human experience will NEVER give us the rewarding answers.  If we are looking toward toward this material world for rewarding solutions and answers, we will ALWAYS be unsatisfied and come up empty!  

It’s moments like this that remind me the five physical senses have no permanent satisfaction and no answers to REAL happiness or solutions!  Real happiness and completeness and satisfaction are found in a spiritual base!  It is found in giving!  It is found in gratitude!  It is found in having a good sense of purpose about who we are and what we give!  And that giving comes from the right place…it is also self sustainable because GOOD is unlimited, unending, infinite. There’s plenty for all!  Anything material has limits!  Anything spiritual is limitless!

I’m not judging these people!  They will eventually, as we all do be drawn to GOOD!  It may not be here on earth, but someday. In the mean time we NEED to love ourselves and them and ALL!  We don’t love the faults, we see through that and love who they and we really are…our true selves!

IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE IT IS…

Here I come all the way by bicycle out of the Northwest Territories of Alaska, Yukon, BC, Canada, Washington, Oregon, Cali. It’s been an adventure of thrills and chills! It’s been fun and scary and rewarding and frustrating, but that’s life isn’t it? This is how we grow! But what I have so loved about it is, it awoke my endorphins and made me feel alive! It took me from manhood to boyhood!

I was thrilled to ride through Stinson Beach and over Mount Tamalpais to The Golden Gate Bridge, that disappeared in the dense fog! I sang to myself, “I Left My Heart In San Francisco” as I peddled my way across to the city where I was born…my hometown!

So that was my high! My low…came yesterday at the Fulton Street Fair. Now I had a pretty good idea of what I was going to witness, but then again, not quite! The human race is full of contrasts and contradictions, but so is The Bible too! Yesterday’s event so reminded me of the rise and fall of The Roman Empire. I ride out of natures purity into watching people being tied up and whipped with leathers until their backs had welts or worse…bleeding! At one point I said out loud, “And we believe in love and peace and not war!?!”. And then a girl in front of me turned around and said, “it’s their way of feeling loved and it’s their right!”. I didn’t respond! I had lock jaw!

What’s wrong with us? That is NOT LOVE! I call that being so “open minded, their brains have fallen out”! I also call it…sad! I call it saddistic behavior, not loving, not peaceful, not humane! This event attracted thousands and thousands. Why does mankind go in this direction? Why did people follow Hitler and Stallin? Why does slavery still go on? Why do we inhale smoke in our pure lungs?

The answer to these questions is…there is no answer to these questions! It’s a waste of breath, time and thought to even begin to answer these questions! Why? Because they are material based questions. You start with limited matter and one ends with limited matter. It’s the old catch 22 deal or the dog chasing its tail. Humans will always be drawn to different degrees of perverseness.

This material human experience will NEVER give us the rewarding answers. If we are looking toward toward this material world for rewarding solutions and answers, we will ALWAYS be unsatisfied and come up empty!

It’s moments like this that remind me the five physical senses have no permanent satisfaction and no answers to REAL happiness or solutions! Real happiness and completeness and satisfaction are found in a spiritual base! It is found in giving! It is found in gratitude! It is found in having a good sense of purpose about who we are and what we give! And that giving comes from the right place…it is also self sustainable because GOOD is unlimited, unending, infinite. There’s plenty for all! Anything material has limits! Anything spiritual is limitless!

I’m not judging these people! They will eventually, as we all do be drawn to GOOD! It may not be here on earth, but someday. In the mean time we NEED to love ourselves and them and ALL! We don’t love the faults, we see through that and love who they and we really are…our true selves!

I have decided to complete my bike journey here in San Francisco. My job awaiting…the start time has been extended out a few months, so I need to get back to the LA area and find something in the interim period. The reality is funds are running low. 

Thank you all for your generous support and feedback during my ride!  This trip gave me a very great sense for Keith & Keith’s ride from Alaska to San Francisco!  Keith Jackson’s 1974 trip extended clear to Tierra del Fuego, Argentina. 

People have asked, what were the highs and what were the lows of my journey ride?  I would have to say one of the highs was running into Chris who met Keith & Keith on their ride in 1974 and then runs into my duplicating (a portion of) their ride, 40 years later!  The other amazing high was riding through Chicken, Alaska and learning more about the pioneer school teacher, Anne Purdy who had Keith & Keith for breakfast back on 1974.  The lows…well I think being out in the wilds of Alaska, The Yukon and BC and feeling the intensity of the wildlife around me as I tried to sleep through the nights, with one hand clinched to my pepper spray. Also the fear of surviving 2-3 days intervals carrying my own food and water was intense!  

But for me, what I constantly thought about each and everyday were the differences between doing a trip like this now, verses in 1974. How technology advances even impacted me in the wilds. It gave me almost constant contact with the outside world and that is a huge comfort Keith and Keith didn’t have. Also to think I didn’t have one mechanical issue…not even a flat tire, nor a broken spoke!  They had dozens between them!  Again all due to technology advances in materials. Both journeys had tons of rain, but I went to sleep at night in a dry bag and tent, they did not always. All due to technology advances in materials. They rode in cotton tees and cut off blue jeans, I rode in tech advanced wick away fibers. 

Now it’s time to join my two producers in getting this amazing journey produced into a film, so all of you and others can get a better sense for what those two 18 year old boys went through and endured. Also to share the everlasting message that Keith so lived by…to really LIVE this life, not just exist!  

My final thought…their journey in 1974 took them from boyhood to manhood!  My journey, 40 years later, took me from manhood to boyhood!

Thank you ALL for being with me in your thoughts and prayers and for your financial support!  Thank you all for your constant comments and most of all your humor.  That’s what enabled me to each and everyday climb back on that hard seat and crank out another 60 - 100 miles a day!  LIVE YOUR LIFE LIKE ART!

I have decided to complete my bike journey here in San Francisco. My job awaiting…the start time has been extended out a few months, so I need to get back to the LA area and find something in the interim period. The reality is funds are running low.

Thank you all for your generous support and feedback during my ride! This trip gave me a very great sense for Keith & Keith’s ride from Alaska to San Francisco! Keith Jackson’s 1974 trip extended clear to Tierra del Fuego, Argentina.

People have asked, what were the highs and what were the lows of my journey ride? I would have to say one of the highs was running into Chris who met Keith & Keith on their ride in 1974 and then runs into my duplicating (a portion of) their ride, 40 years later! The other amazing high was riding through Chicken, Alaska and learning more about the pioneer school teacher, Anne Purdy who had Keith & Keith for breakfast back on 1974. The lows…well I think being out in the wilds of Alaska, The Yukon and BC and feeling the intensity of the wildlife around me as I tried to sleep through the nights, with one hand clinched to my pepper spray. Also the fear of surviving 2-3 days intervals carrying my own food and water was intense!

But for me, what I constantly thought about each and everyday were the differences between doing a trip like this now, verses in 1974. How technology advances even impacted me in the wilds. It gave me almost constant contact with the outside world and that is a huge comfort Keith and Keith didn’t have. Also to think I didn’t have one mechanical issue…not even a flat tire, nor a broken spoke! They had dozens between them! Again all due to technology advances in materials. Both journeys had tons of rain, but I went to sleep at night in a dry bag and tent, they did not always. All due to technology advances in materials. They rode in cotton tees and cut off blue jeans, I rode in tech advanced wick away fibers.

Now it’s time to join my two producers in getting this amazing journey produced into a film, so all of you and others can get a better sense for what those two 18 year old boys went through and endured. Also to share the everlasting message that Keith so lived by…to really LIVE this life, not just exist!

My final thought…their journey in 1974 took them from boyhood to manhood! My journey, 40 years later, took me from manhood to boyhood!

Thank you ALL for being with me in your thoughts and prayers and for your financial support! Thank you all for your constant comments and most of all your humor. That’s what enabled me to each and everyday climb back on that hard seat and crank out another 60 - 100 miles a day! LIVE YOUR LIFE LIKE ART!

So there was this ranch on the ocean, complete with a beautiful white ranch house and hundreds of Red Angus cattle . This pic was only one of the barns. I should have stopped when I saw the whole spread, but I was too caught up with my momentum. Anyway I designed in my head this whole logo and name for these cowboys. I called it “Surfing Cowboys”. The logo was of all of these cattle body surfing with front and back hooves stretched out and a cowboy on a surfboard with a lasso rope in the air right behind the cattle. The cowboy would have polka dot surf shorts on, red cowboy boots and a cowboy hat!  How’s that for high mileage imagination?  I managed to put 75 miles on yesterday riding into San Fran!

So there was this ranch on the ocean, complete with a beautiful white ranch house and hundreds of Red Angus cattle . This pic was only one of the barns. I should have stopped when I saw the whole spread, but I was too caught up with my momentum. Anyway I designed in my head this whole logo and name for these cowboys. I called it “Surfing Cowboys”. The logo was of all of these cattle body surfing with front and back hooves stretched out and a cowboy on a surfboard with a lasso rope in the air right behind the cattle. The cowboy would have polka dot surf shorts on, red cowboy boots and a cowboy hat! How’s that for high mileage imagination? I managed to put 75 miles on yesterday riding into San Fran!

"Breakfast of Champions" on the go…cold, left over pizza from last night!  Today I want to get about 80 miles in down the coast, so tomorrow I only have 30 into San Fran. The idea is to be off of Coast Hyw 1 on the weekend. It’s a very narrow, twisty road and just don’t want to combine that with the weekend wine tasters.

"Breakfast of Champions" on the go…cold, left over pizza from last night! Today I want to get about 80 miles in down the coast, so tomorrow I only have 30 into San Fran. The idea is to be off of Coast Hyw 1 on the weekend. It’s a very narrow, twisty road and just don’t want to combine that with the weekend wine tasters.

I WAS READY TO POUND DOWN A COLD CHOCOLATE MILK, DAMN IT…I MEAN DARN IT! Like with my motorcycle trip to Mexico and Central America, people always want to know the hairiest and scariest story. With my motorcycle trip, I am always happy to report it was amazingly wonderful…as if one angel was passing me off to another angel and that, unlike the popular propaganda, the people of Mexico & Central America were very sweet, kind and humble! I only had to deal with a Frenchman who peed on my motorcycle seat…long story that you can find here in my blog. This trip has been similar in many regards, but quite different in many regards. I have amazing stories that illustrate peoples wonderful kindness and stories I have written about. But I have just one story that happened yesterday I have to share, which surprised me and was almost comical. I had just ridden up a very steep mountain pass in the Redwoods and saw a log cabin on my left side tucked in the Redwoods called Confusion Mountain Store. As I pulled in there was a couple saying goodbye to the shop manager or owner. The couple were probably in their late 60’s and were moving very slowly and hadn’t even left the handrail. So I pulled up and as I was dismounting the shop owner, we’ll call him, said to me, “Slow down! You almost took these people out!” And then I heard the lady say, “No you were fine!” I said, “Pardon me?” The shop owner said, “You were looking ahead and spaced out!” My immediate reply was, “Sir, I have ridden ALL the way from Alaska, I have 100% awareness of trucks and cars going by me at 60-80 mph, I’m not about or even close to taking these kind folks out!” “Now do you have a bathroom? And after the bathroom, I’m looking for some chocolate milk!” I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, as I made my way to the bathroom! I could have at least sounded a bit more intimidating and demanded a beer, but no…I actually was demanding a chocolate milk! I bet that had him shaking in his boots! As I came out of the outdoor bathroom and back inside the cabin, the shop owner said he didn’t carry chocolate milk! So I settled for a nice hard, stiff ice cream sandwich and kindly thanked him and walked out. I think that guy must still be wondering what the hell just happened? Okay so for the crazy, hairy story(ies) of my trip. Besides the rain everyday for the first two weeks up in Alaska, the Yukon and BC., which isn’t hairy…just a constant downer, depressing, melt the enthusiasm out of ones soul. And besides sleeping in the woods with one hand on the pepper spray and both ears open and one eye open, as you hear EVERY crack in the woods, I came out completely whole! Now all of that put aside, here is my one crazy and hairy experience. I was about to cross this bridge before Eureka, Ca called Humbolt Bay Bridge. Bridges are always very hairy to cross, because of the surface, the wind and traffic. There was this very narrow”18 inch high sidewalk, which was sort of okay for walkers, but the side rail was quite low and the water below was quite far! So I decided to stay my coarse on the traffic lane. As I was crossing, I could see from my helmet mirror, a very large motor home barreling down behind me. So I snapped my right foot out of my clip less peddle and came to a complete stop and hugged the high sidewalk. The motor home passed and then a logging truck with maybe a few feet to spare, but that few feet seemed like inches to me! So I made a quick change in my strategy. I quickly hoisted my 80 lbs bike onto the high and very narrow sidewalk. The wind was coming across my left and then gusts from my right. As I remounted my bike I looked down to my right and far below was the bay and the, so called, rail came up to my thigh as I rode. If a gust of wind had taken me to the right, there was nothing there to catch me. If a gust of wind had taken me to the left, the high drop off would have landed me in the traffic lane and probably not upright. To make matters even worse, there were these temporary metal construction supports from the railing side every six feet. I had to be careful that my rear panniers didn’t catch one of these, because that would have taken me off of my lazor guided path of precision. As I rode over this bridge, I fought with absolute focus! Every fiber, every sensor in my body was called onto duty with promised overtime and double pay! The sensory overload took me back to laying in my tent in the Yukon, in the middle of the night after hearing footsteps in the woods. Only this time the visual was water 300 feet below on one side and logging trucks and motor homes on the other side, with gusting winds in the mix! I made it across safely, but feeling like I had calculated the wrong call. In hindsight I should have stuck to my original plan, but ridden more in the lane and just let the traffic deal with a dude making his way from Alaska to the Mexican boarder! Needless to say, I was ready to down a cold chocolate milk!

This trip has been eye opening regarding our lands vastness! I still am amazed at how we ended up with Alaska, over Canada…and for only $700 million! Kind of reminds me of my business partner in MacKenzie River Pizza, of coarse come to think of it…his initials are SS!

Anyway, I am blown away by the grandness and beauty! I am most taken by these Redwoods! Some of them have such character about them that I almost expect them to come alive, as in The Wizard of Oz and start dancing around and talking to me.

I am grateful at how remarkably well my bike has held up…not one mechanical issue…not even a broken spoke or a flat tire! It is all due to the technology of today! My legs have yet to completely recover (still sore thighs) from that hot spell and high miles in two days between Seattle and Portland. Of coarse I have yet to give them much of a “that a boy” break ether!

Speaking of breaks…nope tomorrow I shove off for the coast with a climb out of Leggett. Maybe that’s why it’s called “Legg”ett”? Better have some “legg”s or forg”ett” it!

Videos have spoiled me!

This was a welcome sign as I rode across The Colombia River today!  I made it to Portland from Seattle in two days!  Now that’s nothing special really…10,000 riders ride the 200 miles in two days and a handful do it in one day. I was surprised I made it in two days, because I have 70-80lbs I am riding around with!  Yesterday I rode 95 miles and it was hot!  Today I rode 105 miles, but thankfully much less hot. 

I am stay with The Morretti’s (Rob & Peggy) in their beautiful 1906 Portland Craftsman style Gem of a house!

We had an amazing home cooked dinner and then went to a very hip ice cream place called Salt & Straw!  Portland is very chic hip!

This was a welcome sign as I rode across The Colombia River today! I made it to Portland from Seattle in two days! Now that’s nothing special really…10,000 riders ride the 200 miles in two days and a handful do it in one day. I was surprised I made it in two days, because I have 70-80lbs I am riding around with! Yesterday I rode 95 miles and it was hot! Today I rode 105 miles, but thankfully much less hot.

I am stay with The Morretti’s (Rob & Peggy) in their beautiful 1906 Portland Craftsman style Gem of a house!

We had an amazing home cooked dinner and then went to a very hip ice cream place called Salt & Straw! Portland is very chic hip!