The first time I left on a bike tour, I almost died. It was 2013, and I was having the worst summer of my life. I had just graduated university and I was so discouraged and over-worked that all I wanted to do was escape. I would stay up late at night dreaming of being free, alive, and as far away from my current surroundings as possible. In my mind that freedom was on a bicycle. A place where I could be outside all day, everyday, and be physically active from sunrise to sundown. I wanted to feel the distance between myself and my home. I wanted to feel every mile and every hill, and experience the world in a unique way. I would imagine myself cycling all the way to the ocean and then falling down on the beach exhausted. That was my dream. Continue reading “A Failed Bike Tour”
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