Two and a half hours southeast of Calgary, lies a little gem nestled in the basement of the prairies.
One day I was checking Facebook and a few friends had sent me a link for a contest they thought I would be interested in.
We picked up a bike box so I could ship my bike to El Salvador and then picked up miss Maggie at the airport.
Crossing the border was like a dream: a bad dream.
Leon sucks. Its like Antigua Guatemala, only worse.
It was the most people I’d had in my van since Santa Fe, NM, when my cousin Nancy took Cass, Sage, me and two bikes up into the mountains for […]