The Great Jefferson Adventure

Hey folks, summer is here (read: it's not raining every day anymore), and you know what that means! It's time to wipe the winter deposits of road grime and grease off the bike and hit the road for adventures unknown.

In keeping with vagabondic tradition (the fourth year in a row, now), I've officially moved out of my house, shunted all my crap into my parents' house (thanks, Mom and Pops), and have readied myself for a summer's worth of bumming around. Regretfully, the summer is shaping up to have much less opportunity for bike trips than I would like, but that bitter pill is sugar-coated with the very reason it's true: at some point this summer, I will be moving back up to Seattle, in time to start graduate school at University of Washington this fall. It will be a dramatic departure from my current lifestyle that can satisfy capricious whims such as, say, hopping on a bike for a month, without repercussion; I'm very excited to be returning to Seattle, though, and even more excited about starting my program. The new direction that my life will soon take is a welcome one, whatever the consequences.

But in the meantime, onward! I have just under a month between now and when I need to be back in Eugene for the Oregon Country Fair, and I'm going to do my best to utilize it. I'll be making my way west to the coast, down to the nether regions of Our Great Republic, and into the great State of Jefferson. I've heard nothing but wonderful things about Jefferson, but have seen almost none of it in my adulthood. Likewise, I've never biked any of the coast south of Florence. Redwoods and gold country and foreign coastlines and mountains await me, in all their unknown splendor. I can't wait, nor need I.

Please join me here, once again, as I bumble my way forward.