Leave What’s Heavy
THE OCEAN, MOUNTAINS, DESERTS AND REDWOOD GIANTS. SUN AND RAIN. FREEZING COLD AND BRUTAL HEAT. CLEAR MIDNIGHT RIDES UNDER A NEARLY FULL MOON AND CRISP DEWY WET EARLY MORNING SUNRISES.
Local food, shower beers, whisky bars, music and art. Stunning hotels, tiny houses, dive motels and campgrounds from here to there. On the bike you feel the hot air change cold through the trees and the road as you lean into the curves. You smell the water, the fields of oranges and lavender, the towns that unexpectedly smell like donuts. Memories marked in miles, polaroids and ink under skin.
Our annual motorcycle trip is fast approaching. It’s something we look forward to all year. We’ve travelled from Lacombe AB to Seattle, Portland, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Anaheim, San Fransisco, and so many stops in between. This year is ambitious, as we’re riding all the way down to New Orleans (currently keeping an eye on Hurricane Barry as I type this). With stops in Dallas, Austin, Memphis, Chicago, and Minneapolis.
It’s going to be good.