Day 126 Miles: 0 Portland to Cascade Locks Three days to do my chores just means a mad scrabble on the fourth morning to finish them all. J and I precariously load our bicycles with boxes and make one last ride together, to the post office. Resupply: mailed. We pack up our backpacks, and weigh…

Days 124 and 125 Miles: 0 Portland My burning desire to finally get back on trail and to start the final push to Canada has been thwarted by my burning desire to hang out in Portland, eating delicious food, taking naps, and seeing old friends. Snap. On top of that, doing our food resupply for…

Day 123 Miles: 0 Portland We wake up on Nick’s floor, next to Pacman, snoozing on the couch. Back in town. So many chores, decisions. The detritus of town-living. Being in the city is still overwhelming, even after being on the highway for weeks. A city is funny place to transition back to the trail,…

Pacman, my friend and traveling companion for a month and 700 miles now, keeps a facebook community page where he shares some of his life adventures/escapades. I thought he summed up the bike trip better than I ever could, so I asked if he would mind if I shared it here. He generously agreed. (Some…

Day 122 Miles: 60* From Jones Creek Campground to Portland It’s our last day of riding, and it will be the most miles we’ve ridden in one day since our very first. Our numbers have swollen: Nick’s brother and J’s brother’s girlfriend went back to Portland by car, but J’s brother is riding with us,…

Day 121 Miles: 33* From Cape Meares to Jones Creek Campground Our camp on the broken road blooms onto a silver morning. It has rained during the night again, but we all stayed dry – Pacman in his teeny one-man, Nick, J, and I sheltered under the blue palace. We pack up our wet things…