I glanced up from lugging my heavy bike up the dirt path, which was caked with mud from the rains over the two previous days to see Dave sprinting down the hill with Sora trotting behind. When he reached me, he stopped to catch his breath, bent over, hands on his knees. “Did you know,” …

  I rested my bike along the cobblestone wall of the bridge. Just beyond sat a vineyard with rows of grapes, and most importantly, a large tree providing ample shade. Here, I thought, here is where I will lie down and maybe never get up. My feet dragged my aching body to the shaded grass …

Sora spends a lot of time on her bed. It lines the bottom of her trailer while we ride anywhere from four to eight hours each day and she sleeps on it at the foot of our tent each night. Our bicycle journey required a reliable bed that was lightweight, waterproof, and durable. Kurgo’s Loft …

Just Drink the Damn Wine As we near our departure date (107 days, to be exact), I’ve noticed my use of “special things” around the house increase. Special things are those items that may cost more than I would normally spend on something, gifts from friends that I would never buy for myself, or ingredients …