Travel Stories

Washington State
Washington State, USA.

It was about six days into our journey bicycling from our home of Tacoma, Washington to Patagonia when we rode into Forks — a quaint little logging town only really on the map because of Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight series. It was here that we bumped into two other cyclists from California: Curtis, a very tall, very bearded, and very wise high school physics teacher; and Jeff, much shorter than Curtis, and a kind, often quiet community college sports therapist. Curtis was riding an orange, custom Bantam lug frame and Jeff, a newer Trek touring bike. Both had been cycling together for years and had known each other since high school.

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California, USA (Part 1)

It was after reaching the top of the busy, steep climb out of Crescent City, California that the thought came to me that that was the largest hill that I have ever accomplished on my bicycle. Soon after, sweaty and thirsty, I declared to Christopher, “I would never have been able to do that two years ago!”

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New Zealand, North Island

When it comes to bicycle touring, every day is different than the last. With each new sunrise comes different weather, winds, and a multitude of unexpected obstacles — like a herd of sheep in the middle of the road or multiple magpies swooping at your head.

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Thailand

After an ungodly amount of flight time and a restless night sleeping on uncomfortable lawn-style chairs in the Hong Kong International Airport, we safely landed in the riverside city of Chiang Mai in Northern Thailand. With cramped legs and heavy eyelids, we began to re-assemble our bicycles in a patch of grass just outside of the airport doors. It had only been about twenty minutes after we had touched down in Thailand and us Westerners were already drawing attention to ourselves.

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Oregon, USA

It is a truth universally acknowledged…that change can be quite intimidating. Yet, despite some uncomfortable moments of transition, after a few weeks on the road we have found that change can also be a beautiful thing.

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California, USA (Part 2)

As we sat in the small, locally owned Roadhouse Coffee in Bodega Bay, California, Christopher and I wondered if we were making the right choice. The day prior, our news apps and social media pages were flooded with articles on the most recent mass shooting in the United States.

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New Zealand, South Island

As I gazed out at the snow-covered mountain tops, the only sounds I could hear was the blood pumping in my ears, in chorus with the howling of the winter wind. Christopher and I had just completed the Duffer Saddle on Nevis Road, a steep, often rocky valley road reaching just over 1,300 meters above sea level and nestled in the center of recently powdered mountains. Just as we reached the saddle, flakes of snow began to fall – the first snow we had experienced in New Zealand since arriving during the winter season.

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