By this point the ride had become routine — wake up, pedal south, watch the landscape slowly transform. Day 22 of my solo ...
Traffic thickened, the beaches widened, and the ride slowly transitioned from wilderness into the endless sprawl of Southern ...
Big Sur doesn't feel connected to the rest of California. It feels like the edge of something older. Day 20 of my solo bicycle journey ...
The Pacific rolled beside the highway while sea lions barked somewhere below the cliffs hidden by fog. Day 19 of my solo bicycle ...
Huge fishing update! The Pacific Queen is crushing it with limits on Bluefin, including some weighing in over 100 lbs! Plus, the ...
The coastline slowly gave way to rolling farmland and small inland towns as Northern California began to change shape. Day 16 ...
The road twisted toward the Pacific again where cliffs dropped into the ocean and the wind carried the smell of saltwater for miles.
Northern California felt raw and untamed — endless forests, long climbs, and roads that disappeared into shadow. Day 13 of my ...