Logs submerged made no reference to their past. Still. Mavis by my side, stripped down, twisted wires by electrical tape, dirt encrusted. Bags to the ground. Days riding pure, connected. Standing upright, body moving, knees reacting, sweeping bends, curling road through emerald green. Stop! Entering Whitehorse, Yukon territory, I swung off to the right, wheel […]
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Bear in mind, it’s just a premonition.
Cool morning, Mavis ticked over, white smoke filled the air around as I went about packing up camp. Golden sunlight penetrating pines surround; shards of light to the ground. Arriving in Prince George after a chilly ride and a solo adventure out onto a glacier, Mavis parked out in the cold, we skimmed internet from […]
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Unsanctioned Mad Mavis in a land of metric rule.
Fluttering to the ground a small blue and white card escaped the clasp of my passport whilst removing it from within my documents pouch. I stood astride Mavis with an air of nerves, which I seem to get whenever crossing a border or entering a country (I don’t believe I’m alone in having this repeated […]
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Yellowstone and a Glacial heart warming.
Rain easing overnight, the sun peered through scattered cloud. Droplets of condensation accumulated on the tents interior. Flicking back the nylon door, dew clasped to my hand sending cool shivers down to my toes, still within the warmth of my down sleeping bag. Plumes of moisture swirled from my mouth with each breath, in the […]
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Mad Mavis v’s Yellowstone: The battle of the road surface.
With a light drizzle starting to quantify, the Wyoming roads before us glossed over with a shimmery wet shine. The ping of rain drops against the helmets outer shell made a rhythmic chorus of percussion. Sights were set on reaching the interior of Yellowstone National Park on the border with Montana by sundown. Making what […]
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Philosophical formulation and the joy of a petrol pump.
With a black smear of road surface under toe and the swirl of engine noise humming within my helmet, Mavis pulled me west away from Denver. Split emotions churned in my mind as I left new friends and the city behind. It felt as if ten thousand elastic bands were attached to my back, pulling […]
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Nothing but the Badlands and a Buffalo ‘Sanga’.
Stationary, but not without motion, Denver was in need of rest from Mavis and I, as too were we. Looking on the map trying to figure route plans north into Canada and onwards to Alaska, Badlands National Park in South Dakota kept popping up. With a bike like Mavis and a park name like that, […]
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Nothing but a storm weathered soul.
Working our way cross-town, Mavis and I eased through the city streets and eventually arrived at our new Couch Surfing hosts house. Ashley had invited us to stay with herself and two room mates, Erika and Jaimie. I’d insinuated meal bribes in return for a couch to rest my head and I think this may […]
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Sunflowers and thunder showers.
Descending from the Rockies down to Denver (Colorado) the temperature quickly rose thawing my fingers chilled from the cool high altitude temps of the prairies. Having a preconceived visual picture of the city and what it might look like, instantly I was taken by the vast sweeping urban sprawl on the plains before me. I […]
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Freedom over time.
Isolated within a natural fortress of rock and trees, a river in the front yard and cliff to the rear. Rain drizzled on as I awaited my paycheck to come through stuck in Gunnison Canyon. Mavis leaned to one side, idol as I passed the days watching fat chipmunks scuttle about within the ground litter. […]