As we climbed up into the mountains of Sequoia National Park, the temperature dropped sharply. We rode from Porterville and it’s scorched earth up into the park where the roads were wet and the air was cool. It seemed that we’d once again skirted what must have been a soaking rain. The sun dipped lower in the sky and dampness Read the Rest…

I stood in the gas station near Windham, NY, sweating. My shadow stretched out on the ground in front of me, surrounded by an orangey glow. This was it. Decision time. In an instinctive move, I stepped forward, swung my leg over the saddle of my bike and turned the key. It was time to head south; time to head Read the Rest…

Though many people these days have a GPS, having a paper map does come in handy. Things get broken, stolen, signals get lost and well, some folks like me just happen to like maps. Many state websites have pages where you can request a paper map be sent to you. Remember to give yourself a little lead time. It may Read the Rest…

I could fill a book with all of the places I’d like to go. These three alpine passes are among the highest paved passes in the Alps. They’re also officially filed on my wishful thinking list.

After a long day in the saddle we pulled in to the city of Innsbruck around dinner time. We found a nice,  inexpensive hotel on the outskirts in the town of Rum. We got cleaned up and went for dinner in the hotel’s restaurant. By the time we finished up, the sun had set and what was left of our Read the Rest…

We awoke long before the revelers of the night before and departed Como heading towards the town of Bellagio. The picturesque town sits at the tip of Lake Como’s peninsula. From there you can catch ferry boats to different points on the lake. Since we were heading northwest to Bormio, we hopped the ferry to Verenna. During this leg of Read the Rest…