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 →

America’s Dream

We left the familiar eastern forests of our childhood and explored unfamiliar lands until, months later, we finally arrived on Continue reading →

The Gambling Goons of Vegas Nights

I carried a collared shirt for our entire and slow journey across America. It sat, badly wrinkled and stuffed into Continue reading →

The Great American Desert

We wake up to silence. A silence that is so final and absolute it is deafening. No noise can break Continue reading →

Mojave

The desert is not for everyone. It’s hot, mostly treeless and barren. It’s a lonely place with little soil, less Continue reading →

Highway 66

We checked out of the motel in Bakersfield California in search of a good breakfast. After a few wrong turns, Continue reading →

The Fork in the Road

If you look at Highway One from above, from Google Earth for example, it resembles a long, tormented serpent. It Continue reading →

Highway to Hell and the Demons Upon It

Regretfully we are leaving sunny Santa Cruz. At the gas station the owners won’t share their bathroom with us. Samantha Continue reading →

Santa Cruz, Oasis in the Fog

Whenever someone visits a place they come away with an impression. An impression based on the experiences they had and Continue reading →

From High Camp to Hostel

Headed to the little town of Cambria. We don’t yet know how sweet this little hamlet is. We don’t yet Continue reading →