Hey there, blog. It’s been a minute.
In the last five years since I updated this blog, I have done a few things. I went to Nepal. I became a certified SCUBA diver (not in Nepal, ha). I got a dog. I became a certified teacher, moved to a tiny island near Vancouver, and taught Grade 6/7 for two years. I went on some backpacking trips, drove halfway across the country multiple times, read a whole bunch of books, met some new people, dated a firefighter… you know how it goes. Oh, and there was also that whole pandemic thing, although that’s not unique to me. Anyway, it’s been a wild ride.
And that whole time, I did not blog a single word. I have no good reason for this, in the same way that I don’t have a good reason for a lot of the things I do.
But now I’m doing something new that I also don’t have a good reason for! And what is that something?
Well. I’m biking from Vancouver to San Diego. By myself. In classic Laura fashion.
Some people may remember that in 2017, I biked around Taiwan on a whim (the last blog post I wrote was about that whole thing). It was dope. I’ve wanted to go on another bike trip ever since, but haven’t really managed it due to the whole oops-I-have-a-dog-and-now-there-is-a-pandemic thingamadoodle. But then, sometime in 2021, my friend asked if I would like to bike to Mexico in the summer of 2022.
I said ‘heck yes,’ and thus the plan was born. We spent a lot of the next year planning and scheming.
And then, a few weeks before departure, my friend bailed. In a state of shock, I called another friend – and she said that the most badass response to this turn of events was to just go anyway.
And so here I am. Without any experience in long distance self-supported touring, having ridden a bike perhaps a few hundred cumulative kilometres in the last year.
I’m riding a bike. Almost all the way to Mexico. Because the bike was there and the Pacific Coast was there and so… well, why not?
A bike, a bridge, and a pair of crooked sunglasses.
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