Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Pacific Coast Tour 2012

Mark and my dad, David, are off on a tour without me!  They just flew out to San Francisco yesterday afternoon with plans to ride down the coast to San Diego.  I'm very sad that Amanda (my wife) and I aren't able to join them this year, but it is for another good cause:  Amanda and I are planning a big trip to Northern India this year!  That should be a great adventure in and of itself.

Last year, Mark, my dad, Amanda, Renee, and I all did a tour from Vancouver, British Columbia down to Lincoln City, Oregon.  It was pretty open ended, and we hoped to complete at least down to the Oregon/California border, but we only had two very unflexible weeks, and we ultimately didn't want to rush.  I have been kind of left wanting for another tour sometime soon, and I would have really liked to join my dad and brother.

As I've been completely overhauling my photos and videos from our 2008 tour, I'm finding myself constantly longing to be on the road of some spectacular journey.  Actually, I've been frequenting Google Maps to entertain ideas for possible routes and itineraries starting in Prudhoe Bay, Alaska.  I'm not sure how to make the timing and funding work these days though.  My wife has a job that she loves, and I can't imagine her having any interest in uprooting from that for 6 months to live on bikes without any income.  I, on the other hand, feel like a fish out of water at my job, and would much rather my job be blogging about my adventures down the Panamerican Highway.

Good luck to Mark and my Dad, and if you see them out there on the road, give them some Oreos and a Red Bull for me!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Day 10 - Kloo Lake to Champagne... Kind Of



June 2, 2008
 
We were beginning to wise up a bit regarding the wind.  The pattern we noticed was that the winds ceased at night, and started up again around 10 A.M..  As it so happened, our morning was wind free as we quickly broke down camp--but just as we had hypothesised, the wind picked up just as we were hitting the road around 10:00.  It was a familiar foe that we were beginning to love to hate.