A dirty little bike touring blog. Mostly about bikepacking and rigid single speeds. By Montana Miller
“You looking at the bird?” There's a little black bird hopping around the grass. “He's called B-fah. You see? B for bird!” T starts cracking up at his own joke. He's an older Maori guy, thin and wiry, fluorescent camo bucket hat and little pink reading glasses. “I named him, he follows me everywhere. Poor … Continue reading Wairoa to Napier
"We gonna start another war!" yells the older French Canadian guy. We're burning some palm fronds that I gathered up earlier from around the campground. The fat bases of the fronds make pretty decent firewood. "Another war!" he yells at the woman from British Columbia. They've been playing the French and English Canadian thing back … Continue reading Loreto to San Evaristo
Can't pass up the Lava Pies for reakfabst. --- We're at an RV park that's mostly full of retired Canadians. It's real cheap, the view is good, and the shower is nice. I'm on the beach, trying to clean the sand out of my headset so that it stops crackling (which is going about as … Continue reading Mulege to Loreto
I wake up, roll over on the slick rock. Thought I saw a camera flash. No, probably wasn’t anything. Back to sleep. Then another one. Headlights from one of those stupid side-by-sides? A rumble. Lightning. I roll over to look at the La Sals. My eyes adjust to the dark. There was some good moonlight … Continue reading Mostly Not Kokopelli’s Trail (again)
