I started my ride that morning in Chappaqua, where I had stayed with some old friends from my days of … Continue reading I rode my bike to New York City!
The night of the elections, I slept in a cemetery at Dartmouth. Not on the graves, but back in the … Continue reading The Haunting Begins
Stephen King’s house is surrounded by a black wrought iron fence with gargoyles. My couchsurfing host says she’s met the famous … Continue reading Spooky Rides
I took a week off in Fredericton, hanging out with my friend Shirley. I washed all my gear and sewed … Continue reading Look, it’s Fall!
After my night of camping on Blueberry Hill, I pushed out to the road to head north. It was mellow … Continue reading What’s with these Canadian Cats?
Nova Scotia is home to another one of Canada’s French speaking communities. They are called Acadians, and even I can … Continue reading Funner in Fundy
I rode my bicycle from Monterey, California to Portland, Maine. Not quickly, I probably could have walked in the 7 … Continue reading Sea to Shining