We all have an ‘adventure gene.’ It’s really our inner self, seeking expression, urging us to follow our heart and try something new. It needn’t be grandiose. The scale can be whatever makes it an adventure to you. Whether …
How do you beat a ride like this? It’s typical of what I encountered yesterday in Idaho – amazing scenery that goes on and on, excellent roads and very little traffic. But I’m a little ahead of myself. Leaving Lake …
Last year while in Carson City, NV attending the AMA International Women and Motorcycling Conference, I became aware of another area event, which also piqued my curiosity. The power of Twitter had already introduced me to one of the organizers …
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When this trip started, I had no intention of going all the way to the Pacific Coast. Yet somehow I just finished spending 5 days in Oregon on the Pacific Coast Highway! The terrain in the part of Washington …
As I write this, I’m sitting outside at a picnic table in my campsite, shaded by tall pines, looking out over a sandy beach on the Pacific Ocean. Life is good. The scenery has been fabulous, the weather almost perfect …
Motorcycles, medicine and the Mythic are but one example of a symbiotic partnership that takes us on the inward journey of discovery, the hardest, yet the simplest, most illuminating and joyful journey we can take in this life. We have …
Having ridden through parts of Montana twice in the past ten years, I knew I wanted to return this year. Arriving four days ago, I plan to spend the next 5 days here, savoring the air and exploring the northwest …
Since leaving Idaho on Tuesday, I’ve traveled up through the west side of Wyoming, Grand Teton National Park, Yellowstone National Park and two favourite rides – Chief Joseph Highway and Beartooth Scenic which starts in Wyoming and ends in Montana. …
“Are you on a journey?” asked the kind woman sitting across the table from me. I’d just arrived at my destination after a wonderful, invigorating but long day on the road and was hungry and tired. I was caught off …
Loaded with gear for two months on the road, my midnight black Yamaha FZ1 was pointing west, symbolically and literally into parts unknown, and I was ready to go! The date was August 4, 2003 – almost exactly ten years …