So many people contributed to this life.
Foremost? Subscribers. As I get older I’m going to be doing more of this bicycling and less of that lawyering, and every one of those whopping $2.99 subscriptions makes a difference.
Pete Van Nuys, who reached out early on and said “You got this.”
Dave LaSarte Meeks, who offered a backup and every kind of logistical help should I come unstitched anywhere in Washington.
Dan and Laura Melkonian, hosts in Trout Lake. Dan did what no other mechanic could do. He fixed my derailleur and rear brake.
Stephanie and Corey Thompson. New brake cables and a night spent on their farm, with amazing dinner included … and new bike on order, hand built, steel, slated for 2024.
People who texted and emailed offers of lodging, transportation, and support. I may not have taken you up on the offer, but knowing it was there made a huge difference.
Cousins Evan and Hilary Davidson, for three amazing nights in Ashland, a hand-knitted wool cowl, a trip to Medford to hunt down an iPad, and reconnecting after so many years. And yes, Evan still plays Metallica better than Metallica. And thanks to Grimsby for being such a sweet cat.
Kristie Fox, who threw her stuff into her car and joined me five different times for epic rides and epic campouts. Her touring gear? A road bike, skinny tires, and a 30-lb. backpack. She is the toughest person I have ever met.
Dirty Fingers Bike Shop in Hood, Oregon. Jack’s Bike Shop in Bellingham, Washington. Sunnyside Sports in Bend, Oregon. Feather River Outdoors in Quincy, California. Every one of these shops dropped what they were doing to get me going again during a time when service bays have been backed up til December and there are no parts or tires anywhere. Except when there were!
Adam Michele and his amazing family in Bend, Oregon, for two beautiful nights on the Deschutes River, gelato, and real Aussie bbq.
Rod and Laura Wanker, inspirational people and genuinely badass bicyclists who taught me much and showed me a few things about love and relationships that I will hold onto, tightly, forever.
Bryan Kevan. Dog, what a guy. Fixed my carbon seat stays. Clued me in about how to camp off the grid. Provided me with new routes to do in the future. Encouraged me. Gave me a roof in the heart of hell, I mean Berkeley.
Tom Duong. Battery. Cookies. Glad I didn’t have to choose either/or.
Vlad Luskin. TRIED to give me a battery but I still didn’t really understand … now I do. Thanks, Vlad.
Stu Gregg. Thanks for that email, buddy.
Brent Frandsen and his son, who drove over from Tacoma to give us blackberries and homemade raspberry jam.
Susan and Jeff Palmer, who scooped us up out of the parking lot in Fairhaven, Washington, and graciously offered two nights of tent camping on their lawn overlooking the incomparable Chukanut Drive.
Chris Gregory, for well-timed messages and a backup place to stay at the little hovel in Truckee.
Dean Paterson, for advice and a place to stay on the Olympic Peninsula next time through.
Boozy P., who got my rig sorted at the very beginning.
Drew, Deb, Darrel, and Mark for a critical resupply in Bodega Bay, good counsel about love and life, and for keeping a careful watch on the wildfires and other things that might have spelled doom.
Eric Hallander, for comments great and small, reminiscences fresh and old, and for riding along in spirit.
Chris Tregillis for timely edits, offers of help in faraway places, and the occasional bit of news from back home.
Chris Hillman, whose advice saved the whole damned shooting match on Day 1.
Baby Seal. For keeping me on pins and needles the whole time. Will he join? Will he bail? Will he? Won’t he? Stay tuned, cuz FUBS.
So many people who extended simple kindnesses of info, road intel, funny stories, attaboys, offers of help, camper discounts, a little rule-bending every now and then to get me on down the road.
Cassady Davidson, for womaning the fort while I was gone.
Homeless men and women all along the route. Some of you were clearly ill or downright mean people, but the vast majority of you were good, decent folks down on their luck and always ready to help however they could.
The four people in three months out of hundreds who said something supportive about my #BLM facemask.
My mom, who finally subscribed. Dad?
The homeless residents of Ashland who listened to my Chaucer performance of “The Miller’s Tale” in Middle English.
Shannon McGee, who offered to handle logistics or be available at any point.
Rob Knock for a hellacious 40-mile pull, dinner, and a place to house camp outside of SLO. And I haven’t forgotten about individuation!
Robert Neff, who I tried to coordinate a yard camp with in Palo Alto, but ran out of the legs I’d have needed to cross over the hills.
All of the people at campgrounds and RV parks who allowed me to charge my phone, light, battery, and laptop, who fed me, encouraged me, and politely listened to my tales.
Rick from Auberry, who saved my butt south of one of the biggest fires in U.S. history by letting me sleep in the parking lot behind his supermarket. And also for educating me about the struggles and persecution suffered by Sikhs, and how hard they have fought to succeed and thrive.
Sam and Andrea Ames, for shelter from the Central Valley storm of heat, wind, and dirt roads.
Joe Yule, whose aborted Pacific Crest Trail hike last year got me to thinking about giving this a shot.
Thialor Mize for helping me with info about camping in Tehachapi.
Michelle Landes, for things heartfelt.
Cheryl Bain, who fed me bison and connected me with the RV park in Tehachapi.
Deb and her friend from Romania who intercepted me on the side of the 101 and gave me blackberries and cake for breakfast!
The lovely lady in Half Moon Bay who let me camp on her lot even though the park she owned didn’t allow tent camping.
John the Van Guy who gave me a water filter outside of Kings Canyon.
Andy and Michelle Ryback, who provided yard camping in Quincy, a fully-stocked and professionally equipped kitchen, and some life advice that, however hard it was to hear, contained words that have helped me as profoundly as any other, ever.
All the friends who cheered me on each day with emails, texts, blog comments–Derek and Eric, who let me know they cared.
Leonard the campground host who saw us illegally camping with his drone, but let us stay anyway.
The friendly dogs who let me pet them, and even the farm dogs, not so friendly but willing to help improve my acceleration and sprinting fitness!
Frankie Holt, for supplying me with the best wallet accompaniment a person could ask for! #fiercehazel
Geoffrey Chaucer, whose poetry made thousands of miles fly by.
The kind librarians in various small towns (Piedra) who, even though I couldn’t enter the library cuz covids, brought out extension cords to help me charge … and who provided free wi-fi.
Michele Ketterer for the hospitality, the food, the conversation, and the encouragement when things were looking grim in Montague!
Ariana, Greg, and the other cool folks at the conversation circle with the talking stick.
Amber Forest, park superintendent in Washington, who made sure I always had a hiker-biker site anywhere in the state, and only had to pay hiker-biker rates!
State park employees in CA and WA. Amazing people, professionals who really love their work!
The nice couple from Kyrgystan who gave me the freshly caught brook trout for dinner outside Prospect, Oregon.
Nick Hardin in Hood, Oregon, who gave me the death route over Lolo Pass to Zigzag. Worth every pedal stroke!
Jeff Brauss, for the can of propane that saved my ass.
Jay LaPlante, for the photo of his bulldog on a catamaran that remains the most popular picture I’ve ever posted.
The Layman family, who put everyone else in the shade with their 4-person tandem, riding across Oregon, and walking, mostly off road!
Woody Guthrie, who wrote “Roll on, Columbia.”
George the homeless guy outside Oregon Dunes, who shared real wisdom with me.
Ian Caragol, inspirational kid who rode the Continental Divide Trail with a bike that was heavier than he was.
George and Cherry, who let me camp on their property outside Mazama, Washington.
And so many more …
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