I have spent the last two or so weeks studying and meditating on water. Because Zion is, of all the places on earth, one of the most striking examples of the power, beauty, and magic of water. I suppose I should have known going into my riverwalk down the Virgin River narrows that my soul would turn to being absorbed with water in all its forms and functions. I needed it, but I didn’t realize how much. I grew up spending my winters in Oregon and my summers in Indiana; in essence, my entire life for several years revolved entirely around [View Full Entry]

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I finally got the chance to throw up some photos. Flickr is being weird about organizing them so unfortunately they are just thrown up on the main page; the new ones start with IMG_0407. I also put up some videos! I am currently sitting in Springdale, Utah—the entrance to Zion National Park. Directly behind the screen of this laptop sits the West Temple, a rusty red and ashen white sandstone cliff 3,800 vertical feet in height. This is the view from the backyard—not bad. The house belongs to the park’s Fire Ecologist, Katie. We met her while illegally camping in the [View Full Entry]

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Do I start with the Mormons, Germans, or Americans? Well, first I will start with a location and it will lead on from there. I am in the small town of Hurricane, UT (it is pronounced "hurric-n" and not "hurri-cane" for no good reason other than to hold on to ridiculous redneck drawls...the same reason that Del Norte County in Northern California is pronounced "del nort" instead of "del nort-ay" as proper Spanish would dictate). I am in the library here in "Hurricn", and lucky for you all their internet site filter is down for the day. Apparently Myspace.com is even [View Full Entry]

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After 10 days in Utah and a few nights in the scum of Vegas, I depart again into the desert solo. I don't have time to write now, but I did throw a few photos online. Photos [View Full Entry]

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[url=http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&msid=101261387631305452399.000448cd3a4bcc1e4759c&ll=34.942237,-115.798645&spn=1.211271,2.27417&z=9]I have updated my map. I have finally put some photos online. By far the most interesting aspect of rambling around on a bike is riding into towns. Inevitably I've spent a great deal of time in the wilds, at least a few days, and generally I'm in need of a very specific set of things: a shower, a real full meal, water. That about rounds it out. Very simple. And so it was today when I rolled into the desert outpost of Baker, California. What kind of town is Baker? What is the story here? What am I doing here, [View Full Entry]

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First and foremost, I am alive. Barely, of course, but I am here right now in 29 Palms, CA. I have been on the road for only 4 days now and have put in 100 miles. Not a good average. Let me begin... Every year about 20,000 lesbians descend upon the town of Palm Springs for the "Dinah Shore" weekend, which ostensibly started out as a lesbo party associated with an LPGA golf tournament (the "L" in LPGA can be apparently be read as "Ladies" or "Lesbian", apparently). Regardless, the Dinah Shore weekend is definitely not about golf anymore, and it's [View Full Entry]

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Preparations The bike is built, the equipment is in, now I just need to put it all together and see what needs tweaked. [View Full Entry]

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