Yosenaccles

    “Remind me each day That the race is not always to the swift That there is more to life than increasing its speed. Let me look upward into the towering oak And know that it grew great and strong Because it grew slowly and well. – Orin L Crain   Back in California…

Sweet Savannah

We are currently now not moving. We got caught up in a summer-long carnival. We are stable, with an address, holding jobs, re-meeting people over and over and getting to know them on a more deeper level. Organizing gigs, being vendors at art shows, baking, learning how to make many things. We greet people sitting…

Slow, Like Sweet Molasses

“Welcome back!” came the call from all three ladies lounging in the living room. “Dinner is in the oven!” “How was Williamsburg?”  Christina and I thanked Debra and Joy and Camilla, removing our helmets and moving eagerly to the kitchen, sharing small tidbits of our day through mouthfuls of cheesy baked spaghetti squash and broccoli.…

East.

Here we are in Troy on a gray and rainy Monday. We limped into town with two cranky and broken bikes on Saturday night, arriving at our destination at about 11 at night. It had been a tough week, as since we left London, Ontario, we have had freezing temperatures, snow, icy rains and terrible…

3,500 And Rising

ME FIRST! Marcus here, breaking the order of things. I’ve got to say, this isn’t my usual voice and I’m trying a more concrete approach so bear with me, as I smash out a quick description of the infinite things I could talk about. Alot has happened since Winnipeg, although we have long since settled…

Ohhh Canada!!

A day in the life of. Alarm goes off. Snooze. Alarm goes off again. Snooze. The attempt to wake up early, like 7am or 7.30 or even 8 or 8.30 or sometimes even 9, usually is an attempt that we fail at. The tent has no windows of course so now that we have to…

1200 Miles and 26 Days of Perspective

  “There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll On 1200 miles, meeting people along the way and the ever changing landscape Our first leg of cycling, eating and sleeping is over. Marcus and I arrived a few days…