Top Menu
Canada

One day you're sweating in the tropics and the next you're freezing your butt off in the great white north. Isn't airline travel magical? August 1, 2010, was the day that we formally left Canada to begin our cruising adventure. Seven and a half years later we returned to our home country and it's almost as if nothing has changed. Canada still has colorful money, there are still Tim Hortons coffee shops on every corner, and the winters are still…

fernie

I'll admit it, we had a dark couple of days surrounding the time of my last post. It's been a very long time since we haven't known at least the general direction that we should be heading, so having no plan or course was painful. Much can change in a couple of days though. Since my last post, there has been a shocking (to us) show of support from our friends and family. We have received numerous financial donations that…

end of the road

Yesterday was a tough day for us and it had nothing to do with the difficulty of the riding. In fact, our trip from our friend Maureen's beautiful house to Paquera was physically quite easy. After we said our early-morning goodbye's to our friend, we had a nice ride on some quiet back roads to Cóbano and from there, we followed a relatively-quiet paved road right to the ferry dock. Not too demanding and actually quite fast. When we reached…

Nightmare

Your first boat, often more so than your first boyfriend or girlfriend, is something that is typically looked back upon with affection. So it was with our PDQ 32, the chariot that whisked us away from our Canadian home and started us on the adventure that we're now living. Many longtime readers seem to also look back upon that boat with warm thoughts, with some continuing to follow its whereabouts, paying attention as it passed from our hands into those…

Nicoya

Promises of secluded camping spots and scenic beach riding are what led us from the inland city of Liberia to the Nicoya Peninsula, a 121 kilometer long stretch of land jutting out from the Pacific Ocean side of Costa Rica. The route we intended to ride is well traveled, having been published on Bikepacking.com some time ago and followed by many cyclists since that time. We had a GPS track from Bikepacking.com as well as one from our friends Mark…

Costa Rica

Thirty-five kilometers. That's all that separated Rivas, our final Nicaraguan stopping point, from the border of Costa Rica. Because we had returned to the mainland from Ometepe Island the day before, removing any uncertainty involved with a ferry transit, we were pretty confident that we could bang off that distance easily and make our way to our first Costa Rican campsite, a secluded little spot that our friends had previously scoped out. When we set off riding, pre-breakfast and even…

Close