A pleasant little traveling companion on my bike tour to from Portland to San Francisco. I was planning on telling the story of every one, but a picture says a million words, so here are the remaining ones.
This is the first of a series of photographs I took of my 1962 Volkswagen Microbus while on the road from Portland to San Fransisco.
With a fresh heartbreak and a healthy desire for getting the fuck outta here I decided to set off south with my best friend. We planned and prepared a little, bought some things, looked at some routes but mostly just talked about how excited we were for the trip. It was the night before we would leave, as I was packing up my bike that I realized our half baked dream was now a reality. That night my thoughts alluded to a 60’s style San Fransisco pilgrimage and I decided upon packing my little Bus as a reminder to wear some flowers in my hair.
The first picture was taken along the banks of Cow Creek in Douglas County, Oregon on the morning of the fourth day. For the whole of the four days I had awaited the heaven I had built this place up to be in my mind, and that it was. I had had enough of the 99’s and I-5’s, here there was no one. We spotted the perfect place just on the opposite side of the bank. We made a small effort to conceal the bikes and waded across with supplies in hand. We were sleeping on logging land so we had to lie low, just as we had two nights before. Unlike before, we had access to water, we used it cook our pasta and eggs for the next morning. I sit on the eggs and we’re forced to eat them right away. We set up the hammocks and fall asleep to the soothing sound of the creek. The next morning we have nothing to eat but we drink coffee boiled from the crystal clear water, it’s black but it tastes better than it ever has sitting upon those river rocks. After I was warmed up and waiting for my second cup, is when I decided to snap the picture. I could’ve stayed there forever, but the hunger set in and we had to move out.
2013, for me:
What an amazing fucking year it has been. It’s crazy to think I’ve fit so much in in 12 months time. I feel like I’ve grown a lot.. A whole lot. Starting in….
• January - moved into a new apt in Sacramento that I loved
• March - Finally got out of an unhealthy 2+ year relationship
• April-June - Collected my thoughts and set plans
• July - Sold everything I owned, bought a backpack and stuffed it with bare essentials and was dropped off in downtown Seattle by my best bud Adam and started walking North, with no destination. It was the most amazing, liberating, and plain awesome feeling I’ve ever had. I spent over a month walking around the PNW, hopping from island to island, finally meeting someone who offered me a very good job. Saved money and met a lot of outstanding humans.
• September - Purchased a bike and left my job and friends to start a bike tour from Seattle-San Francisco down Hwy 101 and Hwy 1. I got injured from the bike tour in early October, so I made my way back towards Olympia, where I stayed for about two weeks, meeting again, fantastic people who took me in to their homes and treated me like family.. So cool. While in Olympia, (my first day actually), I got hit by a car and was almost completely uninjured, and got a 1700$ settlement, which supplied the rest of my trip and then some because I only had 30$ left at the time!! Made my way back to the coast, where I met two men who I feel I will know for a very long time, Peter and Patrick. Also met a woman who showed me that there are people who could actually care about and appreciate me.. The “hnng flower woman”..
• October - Landed in San Francisco, where I got my first tattoo to celebrate. Patrick and Peter continued their journeys, to Arizona and Peru, respectively.
•November - Moved back to Sacramento and to be honest, didn’t do much. Lived with my old friends and worked a little, trying to figure out what my next plan was.
• December - Moved to Mammoth Lakes, a ski resort situated in between Bishop and Yosemite. Plan on working here to save money and climb hard as much as possible, and travel to the east coast this upcoming spring and start this all over again. Also, I quit smoking cigarettes!
I spent my 21st year on this earth exploring, meeting, writing, laughing, playing pool (a lot), and learning a lot about myself. I have never felt so comfortable with dying as I am now. In a good way. I had so much fun it’s ridiculous. I can’t wait to do it all over again.
I hope you all have an awesome year. Get the fuck out there and see the world! There is so much to do!!!!
Hey friends, just wanted to take a moment to pass along something really cool. During the MBMBaM Pacific Northwest tour, we worked with a group called Plus One, which helped us to donate a dollar from every ticket sold to a Huntington, WV domestic violence shelter called Branches. We just heard that the effort raised over $2200 for the shelter, which is being put towards a new roof. We just wanted you to know that if you came out to Portland, Seattle or Vancouver, you literally helped to put a roof over the head of people who really need it, and we think that’s pretty darn cool.