So. The planet. It seems slightly absurd to explain why I love Earth. After all – it’s home to everyone and everything that anyone has...

I walked the last five kilometers to my hostel in Punta Arenas. My tire was punctured in a severe enough way that I figured it was take...

The ferry from Caleta Tortel left at 11:00pm. Over the course of my trip, I had developed a deep mistrust of scheduled times in Latin...

After climbing up to Lago Cerro Castillo, I was sore all over. As it turns out, cycling and hiking don’t really use the same muscle...

Morning in Puyuhuapi dawned dark and rainy. One could almost be forgiven for not knowing it was morning at all. I had an important...

Ah, the Carretera Austral. Ruta 7. Patagonia’s famous road trip, shrouded in an infamous past. 1200 kilometres of mountains, glaciers,...

After a few days at the hostel in Bariloche, it was time to backtrack. I had a day’s ride back around the lake to Villa La Angostura,...

I arrived in San Martín de Los Andes a shell of my former self. Just kidding. It wasn’t really that dramatic, but I was tired and...

So. Ruta 40. My wayward journey. I woke up in Ranquil Norte with sore arms. I guess I put some real upper body effort into controlling my...

Do you ever have things in your life that don’t really go the way you imagined? Like, maybe you’ve always been a dog person but you...

“I will cross the Andes on a bicycle,” I said. “It will be fun,” I said. So I did cross the Andes, and it was (mostly) fun, but I did not...

I was really worried about biking out of Santiago, but I shouldn’t have been. I was expecting insane traffic, zero road shoulders,...

I don’t want to brag, but I can’t say I was sad to leave Canadian winter behind. Winter isn’t all bad, but if I never had to hold a snow...

Los Angeles overwhelmed me. It’s a city that goes on and on: freeways twist together and apart, communities blend into each other, and...

The morning at Plaskett Creek dawned cold and foggy, and Suzanne and I were eager to hit the road. We packed quickly – as always, Suzanne...

San Francisco stole my heart. I’m not sure what I expected, but it was honestly the most beautiful, charismatic, dreamlike city I had...

After packing up my tent in the aforementioned awful RV park, I made the short trip down the highway to the city of Eureka, California....

I left Bandon late in the morning. Although at first I was worried this was a bad decision, it turned out to be a great one. Earlier in...

After arriving in Astoria, I carried on to the nearby town of Warrenton, Oregon. Upon arriving at the state park campsite, I encountered...

First off, I have to admit that interior Washington wasn’t particularly exciting. It was mostly trees, fields that used to be trees,...