Category: photojournal

Cats and Friends. Oct 11 – Nov 20, 2014.

In the months to follow, I’d become so familiar with I-280, US-101, and I-580 that I mostly stopped tracking it. Actually I’m pretty sure I crossed the US without doing as much freeway riding as I have in the Bay Area. Oh well. I did manage a few trips...

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 – 11, 2014.

Picking up where we left off, I’d arrived just in time for the last night of the Las Vegas Bike Fest. My friends, Sash and Steve, already had a room at the Downtown Grand – it was going to be Motorcycle Camp again, but ritzier! They’d been working all week, so it was time...

Aliens, Canyons, and Campmates. Sept 29 – Oct 4, 2014.

In just a few short weeks of San Jose, I was already restless for the open road. Being semi-settled allowed me some mental space to process memories of the beautiful land and amazing, kind people I’ve met on this trip to so far (truly mind blowing), but was also...

Let’s Get Reacquainted, Bay Area. Sept 8-28, 2014.

Just to clear up any confusion: Fear not! This is not the end of my trip. The Bay Area is a convenient place to pause to finish leftover illustration work for a chapter book (ah, remember that?) and maybe rest up a bit. Much of my extended family on...

Car Detouring and San Francisco. Sept 2-7, 2014.

This map isn’t actually representative of places traveled in this post, I just wasn’t able to keep my GPS tracker plugged in for the rental van because there was only one jack. So, this map only tracks scooted territory. When I heard Tim would be in the area for...

Craters, Mountains, and Giants. Aug 29 – Sept 2, 2014.

By the looks of this map, I’m making tracks. I suppose after the easy idleness of Seattle and Portland, I was ready to cover some distance. In this installment: Crater Lake, the Oregon coast, the beginning of the Pacific Coast Highway, a left turn for Sequoias, and twisty twisties....

I’m not cool enough for you, Portland. August 25-28, 2014.

For a while now, I’ve wanted to visit Portland, OR. I’d heard it described as “Seattle’s punk rock younger sister” – a playground for the artsy and experimental who flee the big cities to take a risk and do their own thing, enjoying Portland’s geographic advantages, lower living expenses,...

Second Home Seattle, WA. August 14-24, 2014.

Of the US cities I know, my childhood hometown of Atlanta, GA was eerily foreign and familiar in the same breath. Madison, WI was comfortably recognizable after frequent visits to my sister’s. However, if there’s any city here that’s like a second home for me, it would be Seattle,...