Traveling the Katy Trail and Ohio to Erie Trail by Bike A common question we are asked when recalling stories about our bike trip is: What type of roads did we encounter over our four-month voyage? “Don’t tell me you biked on major highways!” people exclaim with alarm, thinking of foolish cyclists they’ve narrowly passed … Continue reading
Finding our own bicycle route from St. Louis to Louisville to Cincinnati I sat on on the couch at Annie and Sean’s St. Louis apartment, holding a creased paper map up to my nose. A glass of water in one hand, my iPhone in the other, I was intently focused on the research in front … Continue reading
The other day, while riding down an especially busy stretch of Missouri state highway (with no rideable shoulder, to boot), we asked ourselves whether more people think us brave or foolish for riding our bikes across the country. We didn’t know. Needless to say, we sometimes think of ourselves as both brave and foolish, often … Continue reading
Our ride begins in the dark, a quiet shadowy morning on the road. The chill of the morning clings to all layers and makes our noses run. We begin to climb, a consistent cadence that drives us ever forward. When we look behind us, the top of a peak glows pink, but the rest of … Continue reading
It has been important to have a mantra on this trip- a reminder of why we’re here riding all these miles, climbing up mountains, seeing new sights every day and feeling the social exertion of meeting new people at every turn. Climbing up Rainy and Washington Passes was the first big challenge we’d faced on … Continue reading
“Breathe on the world. Hold out your hands to it. When mornings and evenings roll along, watch how they open and close, how they invite you to the long party that your life is.” -William Stafford: “A Valley Like This”- We’re still getting into a routine: arise from tent at 7am, deflate and pack our … Continue reading
“It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them.” –Ernest Hemingway Over a year ago, when our love was only a small, tight bud, Jeff and I hatched a plan. It was a stormy night, maybe, and … Continue reading
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