Minnesota to Montana…

I finished my latest tour from Grand Marais, Minnesota to {nearly} Montana…

August 14th, 2019 – August 29th, 2019.

Pedaling into the wind for weeks wore me out — mentally and physically and I decided I was done… so I got a ride to Glendive Montana from Western North Dakota… shipped my bike and gear to Arizona — and followed it by plane.

In Arizona, I sold both my gear and my bicycle(s).

I got a ride to the Mexican border and to a bus further South… let’s see where things go from here.

Day 51: Watch “Soggy evening breakdowns”

These two knew each other from the Seattle music scene and sat down and played together for about three hours for the first time in months, if not years.

Day 47: Another day in the Big Easy…

I’m sitting in a coffee shop catching up on some work and next to me is a man in scrubs and a couple of girls in school uniforms.  Next to them is a blonde haired woman old enough to be my grandmother sitting alone in a leather chair wearing royal blue eye shadow, a bright pink feather boa, and revealing fishnet stockings colored to match her flamboyant fashion accessory.

Nobody seems out of place and nothing feels out of order.  So, New Orleans rocks, if you didn’t know…

It feels like this city has a high number of happy and friendly people who are courteous and giving, as well as productive.  People flow around this city seeming like their motions are effortless and the general culture here is very thick with a deeply laid back attitude.

So laid back, in fact, that on top of being able to buy a beer or wine at the corner store and walk down the street enjoying your beverage of choice that they allow outsiders to drink themselves stupid in one of the city’s most historic and beautiful neighborhoods whether it’s 6am or 6pm…  year ’round, any day of the week.

This has been the most bike friendly city I’ve experienced since Minneapolis. Bikes everywhere — I’d say for every half dozen cars I see, there’s a cyclist pedaling along. No hills in the city would make cruising around easy if it wasn’t for popular routes filled with broken pavement.  There are plenty of alternatives, so it’s been easy to route around the rough patches.

Something I’ve found and confirmed with other people is that GPS doesn’t reliably work here.  I wonder if it has something to do with the half the city being under sea level… not sure.  I googled around about it, but didn’t find much information about the phenomenon.  I personally seen three people, myself included, who’s phones point them in the wrong direction often and won’t orient properly.

The local “formal” greeting is “How y’all doin’?”   It’s shortened to something else, but I don’t recall it off the top of my head (I might have been drinking when I was informed of the informal greeting.)  The appropriate response is not “Good” or “Great,” but rather “A’right.”   I started my first few days saying Good Morning to people, but soon learned that “How y’all doin’?” receives a much higher frequency of response.

Weather is great — 60-75F during the day, 40s and 50s at night.

Unfortunately I haven’t escaped Christmas Music… it’s here.  Walking around in shorts and seeing holiday lights and decorations without the cold weather and snow took a few days to sink in.

Feral cats roam the streets, sidewalks, alleyways, and just about everywhere else… I have yet to see a mouse or a rat.

This city feels like a soft plush couch.  You can spend the day just drifting and don’t even feel bad about it…