Heading Down the Great Divide Part 3 Mexico!

Heading Down the Great Divide Part 3 Mexico!

TAMMY AND MOLLY MAKE IT TO MEXICO NOVEMBER 21, 2016 Molly Nelson and I left Banff, Alberta at the beginning of September and headed down the Great Divide bicycle trail, on a Yamaha TW200 and a Kawasaki 250 Super Sherpa. We planned to get to Mexico by the end of September, and meet our Yamaha XT 250-riding friend Michelle Lamphere from South Dakota, to ride with her for 10 days from Montana to...

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Heading Down the Great Divide Part 2

Heading Down the Great Divide Part 2

Here’s the plan: We’re on a ride down the Continental Divide from Banff, Alberta, and taking a month to camp, hike, sight-see and putter around, disconnected from the world news. We’re checking out curious side roads, getting lost, wet and dirty, visiting tiny towns, and engaging with local personalities. The purpose may not always be clear, but the intention is to live differently from everyday...

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Heading Down the Great Divide

Heading Down the Great Divide

AUGUST 8, 2016 These days, my desire to be informed is conflicting with my desire to remain sane. American politics, racism, oil spills, ISIS, shootings, kidnappings… it’s enough to make you want to stop the bus and get off. So next month, I am doing just that: Getting off a plane and onto my Super Sherpa, and I’m riding the Great Divide, an off-road trail from Banff, Alberta, down through the...

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Fundy Adventure Rally

Fundy Adventure Rally

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Adventure is Life, Life is Adventure

Adventure is Life, Life is Adventure

I didn’t want my first road trip on my new Honda to be this kind of adventure, but life tends to keep things interesting and the unexpected isn’t always easy. I was in Nova Scotia and my bike was in New Brunswick, patiently waiting for the temperatures to get above freezing long enough to ensure there aren’t any black ice spots on the roads. An old friend from Moncton arrived...

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Welcome to Mexico City

Welcome to Mexico City

The rain was dripping off my half-opened visor; rivulets of water ran down my cheeks, tasting salty on my lips from the heat earlier in the day. The collective noise of 30 million people echoed in my helmet, sirens, engines, busses, cars, trucks, motorcycles and people – all mixing with the sounds of the rain. The night-lights of the city sparkled while the lightning flashed sharp lines of...

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