I started my ride that morning in Chappaqua, where I had stayed with some old friends from my days of … Continue reading I rode my bike to New York City!
The night of the elections, I slept in a cemetery in New Hampshire near Dartmouth. Not on the graves, but … Continue reading The Haunting Begins
Stephen King’s house is surrounded by a black wrought iron fence with gargoyles. My couchsurfing host says she’s met the famous … Continue reading Spooky Rides
I took a week off in Fredericton, hanging out with my friend Shirley. I washed all my gear and sewed … Continue reading Look, it’s Fall!
I rode my bicycle from Monterey, California to Portland, Maine. Not quickly, I probably could have walked in the 7 … Continue reading Sea to Shining
There are few things quite as indulgent as eating an entire cherry pie with a spoon – “Well, I can’t … Continue reading Riding to Lake Superior
“We’re going to the storm shelter. Do you want a ride?” I’d just finished cooking my dinner when the campground … Continue reading Wild Weather and Strange Beds
I spent a week writing, instead of riding. I came to Iowa City for the 30th Summer Writing Festival. Summer … Continue reading On Iowa
I’m nearly naked from the waist down as I write this, sitting in the laundromat of my RV park. That’s … Continue reading Big Wet Wisconsin Welcome
There’s a buffalo outside my tent and it’s getting closer. Actually, there’s a whole herd of them. I try to … Continue reading SoDak Close Encounters