Early in the morning I was awakened by Vlasios, who was watching videos with geopolitical discussions on an old laptop. I lay on a bare mattress in my sleeping bag liner and a pair of rolled-up down pants for a…

“Would it fit!?” Yelled Jade, cramming my bags into the side of her jeep in her t-shirt and open jeans. “It’ll be fine!” I yelled back, worrying that Jade wouldn’t get hypothermic, I gave the back of my bike a…

One of the truckers at Coldfoot Camp called after me at the start: “That’s going to be a chilly ride!” I didn’t expect that the start of my journey on the Dalton Highway would be my toughest leg of cycling…

Upon arrival at Fairbanks in Alaska, I immediately cycled to Billie’s Backpackers Hostel. I had imagined a somewhat different start than actually happened. I didn’t expect to be completely exhausted. Whether I caught a flu or all the hustle and…