Manifest Destiny, Grunge, and Pissing in the Wind.
Fifteen minutes ago, I hit a wall. The last 48 hours have been harsh. A blizzard halted our trip from Boise to Portland. Two overturned …
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Montana, 90s Chic Rock, and Serotonin Bumps
I was lying in my bunk, looking at the Wyoming landscape, on our way to Montana, when I had a moment of clarity. The world …
Icy Sidewalks, Gay Pride and Poopy Pants
There’s nothing like waking up after a long winter’s nap on the tour bus to a message in the tour group chat that says, “sharted …
Old West Shootouts, Hot Springs and Cold Plunges
I made a promise to myself this tour. I would take every unique adventure that came my way and experience this Colorado and west coast …
Panic Attacks, Red Bull and AAA
Let me start with the Saturday afternoon panic attack. Upon further self-reflection and wise observation from our tour manager Noma, there was plenty I could …
Flight Delays, Soul Food and Murder Porn
My 6 AM flight to Detroit was canceled. Delta rerouted me to Denver via Atlanta—nothing like traveling around your ass to get to your elbow. …
Vitamin D, Depression and Putting on Pants
I’m writing this from my bed. In less than 48 hours, I leave for tour; eighteen Colorado and west coast dates with Dopapod. The list …