Motorcycle Touring from Laredo on down through Mexico.

Navigating the Lava Fields of the Active Volcano, Pacaya, in Guatemala.

The winter goal is to do a different snowy hike each week. With that being said, winter hiking can be a bit overwhelming at first. The temperatures are rather unpleasant, especially at altitude, avalanche is a risk depending where you are, as well as lack of traction or deep snow which tends to unsettle your nerves and confidence. I don't have a ton of experience wintering in mountains, but I’ve done a few hikes and overnighters over the past few years. Upon coming home I hav

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

Getting out of your headspace, saying yes I can, and trying something new can happen no matter your born on date, the only one stopping you

Listening to the rain pour down on my Cabana here in Palenque, Mexico, I am reflecting on the roads that brought me here. They say roads...

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

Since my last writing I have ridden across Turkey, along the entirety of the Black Sea coast line, and made my way into Georgia for a few days in Batumi before eventually making my way east across the country to Tbilisi. It is here where a decision has to made about what my next move will be. As many of you know, the original goal of this trip was to circumnavigate

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

It wasn’t until I crossed from Slovania into Croatia that I started to go through actual border crossings, up until that point I was still within the confines of the EU territory where crossing into a country is like crossing into a different US state. No gates, no guards, just a welcome sign. I enjoy the act of handing my passport to a border guard and watching it get the literal stamp of approval to enter, the sense of entering into a new territory becomes more visceral. Af

There’s a lot to be said for Italy, it’s one of those countries that when people hear the name they are often filled with visions of ancient villages, vineyards, pasta and majestic coastlines lined with brightly colored houses. It is in my experience that these perceptions of a place are not fabricated out of thin air, they come from at least a shred of truth and with Italy, your perceptions are correct. I’ve spent more time in this majestic country than any other so far on

I am now 20,067.4 miles into this motorcycle trip according to my Garmin GPS, that’s a lot of miles in one go. Within those miles I have traversed 19 American states and 10 countries. One of those countries was a new destination for me, the Czech Republic. Reaching the Czech Republic, or Czechia, was exciting for me, partially because I had never been there and partially because it's one of those places that I haven’t really done any research on, I do that sometimes. I rea

If you read my previous blog post then you are probably wondering by now how it is that I managed to make my way south out of Vitoria-Gasteiz and that miserable winter weather system that I found myself stuck in. I’ll tell you how. I woke up the morning I had decided to leave “no matter what”, looked out the window of the warm and cozy hotel room and let out an audible grumble as I watched it snow. The snow flakes were large and coming down with a vigor yet the roads were

Nestled into a cozy warm hotel room in Vitoria-Gasteiz, Spain I watch it snow through the window. I left San Sebastián yesterday morning in the rain, which immediately turned to hail and when the roads were too covered in ice to ride I ducked into a gas station to wait it out and let the roads return too wet, which took about 45 minutes. After deeming the conditions to be rideable I remounted my machine and pressed on, south towards Valladolid was the intended destination fo

After living what felt like a reality TV show for teenagers at my Hostel in South Beach, Miami I was more than thrilled to finally be boarding the plane for Amsterdam. I’m not going to go as far as to say that the experience in Miami was terrible but it is most definitely not recommended for anyone over the age of 25 years old. Constant noise, drama and a complete lack of anything that interesting in the area made for a rather stressful situation. It was when the cops were

I had to scrape a path in the ice to get out of my sisters driveway but fortunately the roads had managed to melt off pretty well during the course of the previous day. The mercury still sat low in the thermometer, 28 degrees, but the bright morning sun helped to warm my bones…for a bit. I navigated my way east, out of Springdale traffic and into the desolate rolling hills of central Arkansas where it wasn’t long until the clouds rolled in and the temperature dropped consid

It's been a minute since I checked in here and my mom reminded me that I needed to share an update, which she, and I hate to admit this, is right about. I left off somewhere in Nevada, or maybe it was Arizona. Either way, it was a long way West of where I am now which is in Murphy, North Carolina. As per usual I have traversed across this wide country on the smallest and most pituresque roads I can find, but not without a couple of stopovers. I swung back through Payson, A

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