Cycling in the desert, in the summer has been a bit of a challenge, both physically and logistically. Managing heat, sunscreen, water, salt, food and energy levels needs some concentration and planning. And frankly, at times, it’s sucked balls. Three weeks ago, I entered Brawley, which is pretty much when the Sonora desert started. To […]Read more "Coping with the desert through adrenaline"
Sorry to leave Flagstaff behind (needs another visit), but there’s more to be discovered. Started with a detour to Sunset Crater, an extinct volcano which erupted last in the 11th century. The route to the volcano makes a semi-circle against the main road (highway 89), also taking in the Waputaki Monument and is an incredible […]Read more "Headwindy, cultural exploitation"
I’ve said a few times so far on this trip, that today is the best day of riding I’ve ever done – the two days from Prescott to Sedona, and Sedona to Flagstaff probably top it. Makes all the desert heat worthwhile. On leaving Prescott, I headed for the wonderfully named Mount Mingus (elevation 7,800′). […]Read more "The road to red rock"
And so into Arizona, the Grand Canyon state. Famous for Stevie Nicks, discovering Pluto is a planet (oops) and copper production. I was amazed at how green and mountainous it is around here – yes there’s plenty of rocky, boring desert, but also some amazing mountain rides. It’s also hot. Like crazy hot. And not […]Read more "Newsflash: it’s hot in the desert"
“Welcome to hell” someone said to me today in response to me commenting on the heat. He wasn’t being cheery or playful or making small talk, he meant this is literally hell. While I wouldn’t share that view, it sure it hot. At the time of writing, the temperature is high 30s between about 9am […]Read more "Welcome to hell"
Didn’t really like LA. Too many people, drivers are terrible and it’s sooo big. Started off well leaving Santa Barbara. I stopped for lunch in a poke restaurant (rice and raw fish – it’s a thing here) in a place called Port Hueneme. Got chatting to the waitress about my trip and she took my […]Read more "South California and Mexico"
I thought I’d be able to sweet talk my way around the Highway 1 closures. After all, I’m Irish. I’d heard schoolkids were being let walk around the broken bridges to get to school – but not bike tourists. Sure once I get there it’ll be fine, the police are all Irish anyway, they’ll let […]Read more "Just don’t go down to Big Sur"