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Here's an album of my stealth camps. There are pictures from most of the lower 48, Canada, Mexico and most of Central America. I lived from my bike and at the end of the day ducked into the woods. This is what it looked like. Camps - https://photos.app.goo.gl/gJJnNeJapRhUsopo7

Bike touring is pretty chill but sometimes it's hard, like today. Forty-five miles into a hard wind gaining 1500 feet of elevation. The reward was at the end of the day in finding a sweet campsite, stealth level sweet. I mean, it's still windy out and this spot is totally sheltered.

I'm working on the fourth book in my series "Travels as Peaceful Valley Walker" about my epic ride through eight countries and 48 US states. I just now got to the part about Ottawa where I had an invite from an STP friend. Nothing too special about the story but I haven't heard from Drengor...

Making progress on my next book, "Pipe Carrier" where I ride from St. Mary's, Georgia through Montreal to Minneapolis. It was part of a mostly penniless journey through eight countries and 48 US states. Three of the books are already published in a series called "Travels as Peaceful Valley...

This excerpt is rough draft writing from my next book. I was biking from Key West to Montreal and here was almost to Jersey City. Ever get chased when you were out traveling? ------ It was solidly dark by then and when I saw a spot under the freeway bridge where I could rest a minute, I...

Looks like I'll make it to this one and I might have a thing or two about living from a bicycle to share. Pencil me in for an hour and learn how to live on two wheels.

I woke up far above Colorado Springs near Monument. I felt like I was in a new land and was welcomed to the region by magpies, a bird I hadn't seen anywhere north of there. The pass at the top of the South Platte River was indeed the entrance to the Southwest. It was a long ride downhill on...

I woke at a state natural area near Loveland, CO. It was an okay camp, a sleeping mat on a concrete pad next to a picnic table. I felt a little more secure than at the last site because there were no restrictions posted. I was discrete and slept well. I've mentioned before that it takes a lot...

I woke from a rock solid sleep at my camp in a centuries old quarry now thickly forested, the ground mattressed in a thick layer of pine needles. I arose with the sun and, with the gift of an eagle feather, spread my wings to fly. I was immersed in beauty. There was nature itself but also the...

I woke up next to the tidal waters of the Bush River. I felt indigenous, one with the land and free but the ghost of John Smith still sailed on those waters here four hundred and ten years later. His landing, explorations, and the resulting exploitation resulted in a fragmented and owned land, a...

A patch I made to mend a hole from riding seven thousand miles on this gear. It was a traincore kid in Ocala who asked me that. She said, "are you bikecore?"

I said good morning when I walked in. I'd already ridden twenty-five miles and hadn't seen anyone, so it was still my morning although I had no idea what time it really was. She replied, "No, good afternoon". I asked, "Can a guy get morning coffee in the afternoon here?" She smiled and replied...

I was spared the rain while I slept in Waynesville but by the time I finished my coffee and packed the bike, it began. I rode on into a drizzle. It didn't last long. Just all the way through town and past Lake Junaluska. I pulled my hat down low and kept pedaling. My route to Asheville passed...

I passed the night in Savannah with the friend of a friend now a friend too and in the morning rode out to explore the city. The ride zigzagged through all the state streets, Kansas, Hawaii, Pennsylvania, Connecticut and more. I traversed a continent all in one small neighborhood to Park Avenue...

I woke early, rebuilt my fire, and watched the people make their way to their work at a campo farther down the road. I ate breakfast, packed my bike, and rode on. I'd been camped on the river so it was uphill, a long hill, and three quarters of the way up, I met a bird, Robin. He was wearing a...

Gypsy was from Cuba, a clerk at a dollar store and had been in the country for five years. She was intrigued after I told her and her coworker about my journey. I teased her with an invitation to leave her job and come with me but that wasn't in the realm of the possible so I left a part of...

This story is from a year ago as I completed my ride through the Baja. I woke up early, well before the sun. I'd slept rough under a palo verde tree. There was a homeless camp about a hundred yards away under a mesquite. I'd seen their fire when I made camp and saw them rebuild their fire after...

Before I disappeared into the landscape on the Acuilla River, a truckload of rednecks spotted me. They said something to me and I walked over because I couldn't hear them. When I approached, the driver said, "I thought you were someone else" and started to put his truck back in gear. I asked him...

The ride from Arcadia to Calhoun was pristine. It followed the White Lightning route which is all backroads north of interstate twenty. There was very little traffic and the landscape is forested hills with no towns. I stopped about halfway at a large United Methodist church where I made a...

I woke up with two songs in my head. One was Bob Marley singing, "I'm a rainbow too" and the other Peter Tosh singing, "I'm an original man". It was in the form of a round and also call and response. In the morning, come a the rainbow - original man In the evening, come a the rainbow - original...