Holy smokes, that was fast!

I just looked at my last blog and realised that it was a whole continent ago. I write this on the east coast of America in North Carolina, haven’t made it to the Atlantic yet, but the state we are in touches it. I was a bit bummed the last time I wrote because I lost all my photos. I had the chance (and the patience) to re-insert lots of them back into the old blogs, so that was actually a fun(ish), sometimes frustrating way to revisit our trip.

Since leaving Spokane Washington, so much has happened. We re-crossed the Rockies in the north, saw lots of snow in Glacier National park in Montana and tons (literally) of wildlife in Yellowstone National park in Wyoming, rode our bikes in some amazing places, stayed in some creative camp spots on Indian reservations and camped on the front lawn of people who sold us eggs in Idaho. The mountain passes gave way to the Black Hills where we saw Mt. Rushmore then headed into the wonderful Badlands of South Dakota. Came across the flatlands of Nebraska and Kentucky until we started up and down back in the Ozarks, but this time in Missouri where we volunteered on a farm for a few days.

After leaving the farm we kinda felt the trip was winding down, and though there is still a lot to be seen in even what some would consider the less interesting places of America’s landscape, Janey-Rae was raring to put on some miles, and we were looking forward to seeing some familiar places. Another visit with our family and friends in North Carolina was imminent. There was grandma to say hi to and a river called the French Broad to raft down. Cousins to play with and Enduro mountain bike events to be ridden. So even though it seems like the trip was ending it surely wasn’t.

We still have to head to NY and maybe back into Canada. Soon enough Janey-Rae and our journey will all be a fond memory, but as for now we still have a month or two left of creating more of those wonderful brain synapses.

The song below became a sort of theme in the latter part of our journey. We came across it on one of the many country music stations we listened to in the hinterland. Just to clear it up now, a Yeti 110 is a cooler and silver bullets are the nickname for Coors beer, so he isn’t glorifying any kind of weird gun and a bunch of bullets that The Lone Ranger used to use!!!

See ya up the road.

Peace, Joe

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About thebikeguy61

I was born in The Bronx, in NYC. I traveled a fair bit of the world by bicycle for many years. In more recent years I have moved around Europe with my wife and 2 children. My first book was published in 2010, "Cycles of a Traveler". www.cyclesofatraveler.com All of my photos have been accidentally deleted from my posts predating April 2017. OOOPS!!! Enjoy the words, I'll upload a bunch of photos in the future.
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One Response to Holy smokes, that was fast!

  1. ben Zuddhist says:

    Formidables mes pôtes… à très bientôt !!!

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