Up until I got to Louisiana, it seemed that the whole resounding purpose of this trip was to free myself of the baggage of a common life-...

Everything is wet. I'm sitting in my tent, in Buchanan, Virginia and going on outside around me is a downpour. This will be my last night...

Nashville: I pull up on my motorcycle outside my cousin's house in her nice little suburb, and am immediately reminded of the fact that I...

I'm sitting on a New Orleans porch in a beautiful neighborhood where almost all the houses have columns, porches, and very tall skinny...

This is a "double-episode", two entries combined into one post. [May 17th, Fort Stockton, TX] I'm cooking quinoa in a tent on a camp...

I'm sitting on a pile of gravel in back of my campsite, the sun is setting behind me and these gravel piles like the craggy peaks to my...

(getting seriously philosophical here) It's my first night totally alone. I'm sitting on the floor of my tent, with a significant number...

I've made it to my first campsite. This is Ventana Campground in Big Sur, which is insanely beautiful. As I'm writing it's 10PM on Friday...

I'm calling this day one, even though I don't technically embark til tomorrow- but today began in a way that will be typical of my next...