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Whisking myself away for an early morning ferry ride across the swollen banks of the Willamette and following the shoreline west, I reveled in the embrace of the moss-covered tree branches gently reaching out into the somber sky above as I made my wa
Hugging the curves of the Clackamas as I wound my way south from Estacada to Ripplebrook in the rain, I breathed in the wet, cold morning air, savored the sight of fresh forest growth on the previously fire-ravaged hillsides, and reflected on how res
Heading east this morning it seemed counterintuitive to ride towards the mountains when the coast would have been so much warmer. But the captivating dramatic peaks of the cascade volcanoes, covered in fresh snow and creating powerful pops of white a
With a severe weather advisory in effect and temperatures hovering around 36 degrees, I decided today’s ride would be a little jaunt along mostly main roads to a tavern nestled in the foothills of the Tualatin Mountains to check out their menu
Firing up my Harley after returning from South America, I anticipated traveling farther than the end of my driveway. But apparently the recent cold weather was a bit much for My Baby. Fortunately, the great folks at Paradise Harley got me quickly on
Wanting to savor my last few days in South America, I lingered in Punta Arenas, exploring the Costanera del Estrecho, the walkway on the eastern side of the city that runs along the shoreline of the Strait of Magellan. I also treated myself to reason
When I booked my flights home from Chile a few months ago, I had no idea how helpful a ten-hour layover would be. After being directed to board the wrong plane in Punta Arenas and facing a lack of clarity from airline personnel about where, exactly,
Each motorcycle journey poses different opportunities, challenges, breathtaking scenery, and unusual wildlife. But one factor has remained constant in my solo travels through six continents over the last five and a half years – the kind, capabl
He Went That Way: It’s always hard to say goodbye. After delivering Adventure Baby to the truckers in Punta Arena responsible for getting him to his next destination, I had mixed feelings. Although I was sad to see him go after our incredible r