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
Headed to the little town of Cambria. We don’t yet know how sweet this little hamlet is. We don’t yet Continue reading
The wide open American road, from Atlantic to Pacific, from Canada to Mexico, no checkpoints, no identification, free, wide open Continue reading
Goodbye San Francisco. A thousand images churn in my head, from the motorcycle shop stuffed like a warehouse with parts, Continue reading
North Beach is an odd mix of topless clubs and the revered haunts of some of literature’s greats, the poet Continue reading
Han woke before me and tip toed down the steps. He overheard a girl telling the front desk “The raccoons Continue reading
“Cmon man, where’s your will to be weird?” – Jim Morrison As the sun sets we pull into the Marin Continue reading