On March 3rd, 2010 I arrived in Ushuaia, Argentina and ended my journey to the southernmost city in the world.

On July 25th, I left for Prudhoe Bay on the north shore of Alaska to begin a solo bicycle journey 15,000 miles south along the Pan-American Highway to Tierra Del Fuego, the bottom of South America. I traveled through the vast Alaskan wilderness, into Canada and crossed into the forests of northern Washington. From there I followed the coast down, all the way through the deserts of southern Baja, where I took a ferry to the mainland. I continued to follow the coast south through the rainforests of Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica and Panama. Then came South America: Colombia, Ecuador, the endless deserts of Peru, Northern Chile and then finally Argentina. I will ended in Ushuaia and the bottom of the Americas.

This ride is a reminder of what can be accomplished through perseverance and a little hard work. It’s a reminder of what we as people are capable of, of what the human mind, body and spirit can achieve. I hope that I can help people realize that while it may take time, and it may be harsh and lonely at times, we can make our lives how we dream them to be. I do not want to be guilty of owning a life devoid of any living. Comfort and convenience are not synonymous with happiness!

For some reason I am under the impression that I will find both myself and God somewhere along this road. Maybe I won’t find either, but I must look! I want to allow the light of introspection a pure and undiluted chance to examine my soul. I have found greater value in thoughts born in solitude than those that spring from the fray of ordinary life. I hope this trip will be the beginning to a life full of experience, beauty and understanding. I don’t ever want to forget the way the world felt when I was a child: magical and huge, full of possibility and hope. I won’t let go of that. I am an artist at heart, and this, I hope, will be my first great work.

I am riding to raise awareness for 'Acirfa,’ a non-profit organization which provides quality bikes to the people of Zambia, giving them the means to help themselves, rather than depend on charity. A bicycle changes the life of a Zambian in ways that are difficult for Americans to imagine, allowing doctors to see more patients, parents to make a living and teachers to get to school.

To clear the air and clear your head, ride a bike once a week!

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Tuesday, November 17, 2009


The GPS coordinates posted to my website do not occur automatically.
The device which transmits them must be triggered manually and must be
positioned with a clear view of the sky. Once triggered, the device
quietly blinks for a half hour, and then it's done. I have no way of
knowing if it sent successfully or was perhaps blocked by trees,
cloudcover or buildings. As a result of my being very careful about
where I place it, it has worked all but a few times. It was never much
of a problem through Canada and the US. I always slept out doors and
aside from walking a few feet away, out from under the trees, I never
had to put much effort into positioning it. Since crossing into Mexico
it has not been easy.
I generally sleep in town, in cheap hotel rooms as near to the city
center as I can find. I can't trigger the device from within my room,
the concrete ceiling and floors above block the signal. I can't simply
set it outside because for some reason people pick up the GPS if they
see it. I dont know what exactly it is about it, but its compact
orange case and blinking lights attract people with a hypnotic
intensity. People walking by will stop mid sentence, freeze, stare at
it, and then as though in a trance reach out and pick it up. This has
required me to become creative in placing it, and often it requires a
fair bit of doing. I usually place it after dark, which is quite often
by necessity as it's not uncommon for me to arrive somewhere late
evening. If I have to, i'll wait until it gets dark and quiet. I don't
want to be seen, people might come and inspect what mysterious device
the foreigner just left on top of that concrete wall, or on that
rooftop. The cities are often cramped and several stories tall and I
will try to get to a rooftop in order to ensure a good signal.
Mismatched stairways and handmade ladders lead everywhere through
these mazes. After dark, moving silently and with purpose, I'll tuck
out of my room and climb an old stairway, cross a narrow landing and
ascend a rusty ladder to some obscure high point and then tuck the
device discreetly on some ledge or higher roof. The rooftops here are
mazes of unpredictable rebar spires and small concrete shelves.
Normally I move carefully enough that I don't make any noise or
mistakes, but in one hotel I caught my shoulder on a piece of rebar
protruding in the dark. It spun me sideways and quivered like a silent
door stop in the dark.
If I can't find a place where the device is hidden from view I will
conceal it in a piece of garbage, but even still people have found it
and moved it. It's actually rather remarkable to me that with all this
I have always been able to track it down, and I have never forgotten
it, blinking silently in some obscure place.