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Category: My Left Turns
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Adventuring West, Part 3
“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.” There is a specific type of person meant to roam, and though it took some time to understand, I know now I am one of them. I have a wild heart, and the eyes of a dreamer. If there is one…
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Adventuring West, Part 2
It was a brisk and early morning in Yellowstone, and upon hearing my phone alarm go off, it took every ounce of willpower I had to shimmy out of my sleeping bag and throw on my jacket, hat, and shoes. First up was making coffee and downing a Cliff bar, next was taking down the…
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Adventuring West, Part 1
Contrary to what many people perceive life on the road might be like, it is by no means a vacation. Hell, I haven’t showered in 5 days. I am in a constant shuffle trying to find which clothes smell the least. Sleep? What’s that? A mirror? Put that away. Full 9 hour days at Starbucks…
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there are far better things ahead
It’s funny, now. To reflect on my last three weekends in Oregon, because each one was so incredibly different from the last, and my perspective on those weekends in hindsight, has shifted dramatically. Because all three, ironically, reinforced my three mantras of adv riding. To expect the unexpected. To stay humble. And to learn to…
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how it all began
Out in a burnt up, open field just above Tumalo Resevoir, I pull my bike off the single track I am exploring and stop Lorraine next to what I can only assume was once, or many times, a makeshift firepit. With the engine off, I put the kickstand down, dismount, and take off my helmet,…