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Bienvenidos a Panamá

Bienvenidos a Panamá

It has been one year since I crossed the final border of Central America into its southern most country… Panamá.  I stayed a total of 2 nights there with most of the daylight hours spent rushing along the Pan American Highway in order to catch a boat. It was the way in which to get … Continue reading

ODE to Oscar… my KLR685…

ODE to Oscar… my KLR685…

A video tribute to my 2003 KLR685:   I couldn’t let it go without paying honor to a motorcycle I have shared so many years with, even if it is just a KLR. That’s saying something since I have never done this for any ex-boyfriend. I wanted to show and explain a little bit of … Continue reading

A moment of silence in Peru

A moment of silence in Peru

I had to stop. My camera slipped out of my hands at 40mph. Luckily, I was already slowing down, wanting to take a picture of the Andean mountain peaks. The clunk of my G11 echoes through my helmet as it crashes onto the asphalt. I turn my KLR around in time to watch a bus … Continue reading

The Darien Gap: a learning curve

The Darien Gap: a learning curve

When I was first entertaining the idea of riding my motorcycle all the way down to the tip, I was asked, “What are you going to do about the Darien Gap?”  (It’s funny to think of how little I knew when I set out to take on this adventure.)  The Darien Gap is the only … Continue reading

A tortoise saves the day.

A tortoise saves the day.

The miles read 238 on my odometer.  I was getting decent mileage despite the fast freeway miles of the morning.  I turned onto hwy 79 toward San Jacinto.  Only 12 miles until I get to the shop.  Easy.  I figured I could test when I hit reserve as research for the trip.  My mind wandered … Continue reading

The trail of the wandering Wickershams

The trail of the wandering Wickershams

It was a Tuesday, the sun was playing behind the hills, not ready to set, but no longer shining bright on us.  We pulled into a nearly empty campsite and shook out our hands and legs, finally giving rest to the bikes after miles of vibrating beneath us.  As I rushed off to the restroom, … Continue reading