Day 86, into the Badlands
I finally woke up early. Finally. Before descending into the city, I coasted down the skyline road in the cool morning air - not panting in »
Day 85, heatwave
Oh, did I sleep well. Except that moment when I woke up in the middle of the night, no fly on the tent, to the sky »
Day 84, Mount Rushmore
Excited to get off the hill, I packed my tent and ate the last muffin stuffed in my pannier. In the daylight, my hill looked a »
Day 82 & 83, the Black Hills of South Dakota
I decided to rest and head out of Spearfish in the evening for an easy ride. Honestly, not that exciting of a day. The town has »
Day 81, blessed are those who live out their dreams
That is the quote painted in Frank's living room. Once again, everyone ate breakfast together: the climbing guides, the guests, the cyclist camping on the lawn, »