Sierra Cascades – Vancouver!

Mission accomplished! I arrived in North Van with my Warm Showers hosts yesterday afternoon and cycled into the city today to find a suitable backdrop fir a victory photo. The above was taken… Continue reading

Sierra Cascades – Portland to the Sunshine Coast

More photos – click here From Bagby Hot Springs it was a short day’s ride to Portland, where I stayed with an old friend of my father. My time in the city was… Continue reading

Sierra Cascades – Ashland to Bagby Hot Springs

More photos – click here I made it Ahsland safely and found my Warm Showers host (it’s like Couchsurfing for cyclists) Ashland is a university town with a strong hippy/alternative vibe for which… Continue reading

Sierra Cascades – Lake Tahoe to the Oregon border

More photos here. Lake Tahoe is the largest Alpine lake in North America, so vast that it has lighthouses on its shores to guide its traffic. It is 22 miles across at its… Continue reading

Sierra Cascades – Yosemite to Lake Tahoe

More photos on Flickr 18 July – Yosemite Valley  I make a detour to Oakhurst to visit a real supermarket, the first in two weeks since Lancaster. Since then I have watched the… Continue reading

Sierra Cascades – Mohave Desert to Sequoia

More photos on Flickr 8 July – Mojave Desert I am one week in and have covered four mountain ranges, 340 miles and 38,000 feet. Desert, mountains, tarantulas and booger-toes. LA has shown… Continue reading

Sierra Cascades – Mt. San Bernadino to LA

More photos on Flickr 3 July – San Bernadino Mountain The hubs howl like two angry schoolchildren as they push 800 revolutions per minute; dry, stony desert unfolds below while I plummet down… Continue reading

Sierra Cascades – San Diego (Vista) to Mt. San Jacinto

More photos on Flickr “Why such a long way on a small bike?”, a passer-by asked me on the Sidmouth promenade as I prepared myself for the climb out of town.  He listened… Continue reading

Slovenia and homeward bound

Continuing North beyond the Dalmatia coast the abruptness of the┬áchange in landscape was astounding. One moment I was passing the familiar barren rocks and thorny scrub; a few miles later I had emerged… Continue reading

Sunken shipwrecks and abandoned gulags

The ride along the coastal road was agreeable once I got past the tacky Makarska ‘Riviera’. I met a young Polish couple cycling the same way and we camped together on the jetty… Continue reading