In 2010, without much training or experience, we set off on our old rusty bicycles down the Pacific Coast. We endured setbacks and suffered mishaps, but two months and 1800 windy hilly miles later we had made it to Mexico. This is our story.
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It’s not everyday you get to feel like Peter Pan & the Lost boys.
Still pinching myself to make sure this place wasn’t a dream
@travelalberta (at Spirit Island, Maligne Lake, alberta )
Personal - Nature 🌲
This is the simple reason that I like older, modest pickups. First off, you can actually fix them. Second, there are so many different things you can do with the beds. Like this neat little arrangement.
I took a swing at shorting cuts and made a wrong turn somewhere. Unprepared for fucking up, should remind me I’m still there. And I am feeling sharpened splinters cutting through my center to hear you as you’re coming around again.
“There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, A race that can’t sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain’s crest; Their’s is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don’t know how to rest.” ― Robert W. Service