california coast revisited
Our story begins in the rolling sea meadows of the California coast. Two aimless riders hug their motorcycles along highway Continue reading
Our story begins in the rolling sea meadows of the California coast. Two aimless riders hug their motorcycles along highway Continue reading
We left the familiar eastern forests of our childhood and explored unfamiliar lands until, months later, we finally arrived on Continue reading
I carried a collared shirt for our entire and slow journey across America. It sat, badly wrinkled and stuffed into Continue reading
We wake up to silence. A silence that is so final and absolute it is deafening. No noise can break Continue reading
The desert is not for everyone. It’s hot, mostly treeless and barren. It’s a lonely place with little soil, less Continue reading
We checked out of the motel in Bakersfield California in search of a good breakfast. After a few wrong turns, Continue reading
If you look at Highway One from above, from Google Earth for example, it resembles a long, tormented serpent. It Continue reading
Regretfully we are leaving sunny Santa Cruz. At the gas station the owners won’t share their bathroom with us. Samantha Continue reading