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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

My bike after 77 miles of crushed limestone trail today. I've been riding about ninety miles every day. Three hundred fifty more miles to go.

Found a full twelve pack of Corona laying by the side of the road as I was bicycling through Texas last week

Was totally dew soaked last night but sleeping dry tonight. This is above Tucumcari after riding eighty miles today.

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...

I did a little bike trip last weekend to a private hot spring in the desert

For a long distance cyclist, every bike trail is the best. I've been on dozens and on most of the longest ones. The two most scenic are the Trail of the Couer d' Alenes and the trail from Key Largo to Key West but that's just an opinion. The Natchez Trace Parkway is a road not a trail but at the...

A friend and I did that ride. We started in Pittsburgh, rode to DC, NYC, Albany, Buffalo, Erie, then back to Pittsburgh. It was about 1600 miles and took us six weeks. At least 2/3 of that was on bike trail and we stealth camped almost every night. In this map, all the green stars are stealth camps.

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...

Michigan City, Indiana

Pippy was only eight and a half pounds and loved bike riding. This is in Illinois on the way to Chicago

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...