A story of climbing Aconcagua. After exiting Aconcagua Provincial Park, roughly 48 hours after reaching the Peak of one of the world's great Seven Summits, we pause our 90s playlist (Mr. Jones is still so over-rated) as we pull up to a generic-looking roadside general store. They sell the usual wares - booze, smokes, mags, Coke (Zero!), snacks. And, thankfully, they also have a little hot food station. I'm exhausted, hungry (hangry, more likely) and just begging for the day

A Red silhouette moves along the Tanzanian horizon holding a stick across their shoulders looking over their heard grazing on lush green...

Our hike had yet to begin but we felt the adventure was well underway.

"Only Those who will Risk going too Far, Can possibly find out how Far they Can Go" - T.S. Elliot

I stood there at the glacier’s edge, at 15,200ft, feeling utterly overwhelmed with a sense of the smallness of our human scale.

Religion and spirituality come in many forms and over centuries these dedicated individuals to there faith have fought and argued over which teaching is the best. Wars have been waged, people have died and practitioners have been ostracized from communities over nothing more then not sharing a belief system. But through all of this anger, hatred and judgement lies one common theme, the search for meaning in ones life and the idea that if we live a certain way that we will

Motorcycle Touring from Laredo on down through Mexico.

Recommendations for your trip to Cozumel! Here are my top picks for things to do!

the one thing that was in the back of my mind the entire time was the idea of transiting through a war ridden country, Iraq.

Follow the long bike on one of the most difficult roads in the world!

I don’t hardly even know where to start this article, so much has happened since my last writing. When I last checked in I was sitting in Tbilisi, Georgia scratching my head trying like crazy to find a way into Russia. As it turns out, all that head scratching proved to be helpful and after only my second attempt at the nerve wrecking border crossing I was granted entry, not before a lengthy interrogation in a small uncomfortable room however. It was one of those situation

I can hear the hustle and bustle of downtown Istanbul outside my window. Horns honking, tourists laughing in cafes, store owners inviting everyone to come have a look. The Blue Mosque just around the corner, Ayasofya across the way. Corn on the cob for sale every 100 feet. Stray dogs and cats. High pressure carpet salesman disquised as friendly locals. The Grand Bazaar with nearly 2,200 shops selling primarily junk and fake goods yet is some how a marvel to witness. I wa

Dusk falls as my Enfield and I pull into the tiny town of Jesus María village. It took all day to ride the winding mountain road here from Durango; two hundred miles of swoops and dips, climbs in altitude and falls to scorching valleys. It’s the kind of ride Kaleidos and I could spend a winter dreaming of, twisting half-broken pavement designed for us to bounce across. The mountain scenery of the Sierra Madres is spectacular. Colorful cliffs thrusting upwards, resplendent ban

I am convinced I might be somewhat solar powered. Maybe its just the fact that my Pacific Northwest lifestyle means I spend a good 8 months of the year mostly covered up and under cloudy skies. It may be that for the 5 years prior to Covid I traveled almost exclusively in the Polar regions in summer time- frequently never seeing anything but daylight for months at a time. It also might have been how I was raised going to Hawaii. My grandparents used to have a time share on Ka

​There are few places on this planet left unmarred by the relentless pursuit of human dominance and over population, few places that have not been devastated by land clearing, over hunting and pollution. Few places where the wildlife has survived, unscathed by the world populations tentacle like reach into even the most remote areas of the planet. There are, however, places that due to some forward thinking individuals, have managed to be protected from endless urban sprawl

As we stood around in the drizzling rain waiting for the front end loader to attempt to grade the riverbed for our crossing, nothing was said, but I believe we all were thinking maybe this wasn’t the best idea. That may have been the first time we all were thinking that, but I’m sure it wasn’t the last.

“Only the strong should continue!”

Part Two – Flow.... This is where it gets Interesting Yesterday I stuck to the road I was familiar with on the south side of the Spiti...

From day one in Peru, Guy and I had decided to ride through the Andean Mountains rather than along the coastline. We had crossed into the country from Ecuador at a low altitude where it was unbearably hot and dusty, so despite being rainy season in the Peruvian Andes, the mountains were more appealing. After consulting the map, it looked like Route 3N would be the way to go.

Part One – Lets Do It The next riders arrived in five days, so I had to decide to either stick around in Delhi’s energy-sapping humidity...