It was time to start my cycling trip, so I took Derry Rail Trail to Boston. I decided to start the East Coast Greenway from Boston, not from Calais. When I was observing the Robert Frost Farm, I met another cyclist. On his car. So this evening I enjoyed his family supper.
Goose Pond was a community, not commune. A writer and a college teacher buit-rebuilt a house, I would say home-made house. Self sustainable. Organic. Nice, cozy, and warm. Very nice, very cozy and very warm.
It was a bit early for opening a biking season, and I used this delay for experiencing New Hampshire communes. The first one was D Acres, an organic farm. And about the last one.
It still was a ski season in Andover, the last snow, and I came there with my bicycle, which actually wasn’t mine, but eventually was given to me in 24/7 community, that how I call Twelve Tribes.
I took Amtrak rom Penn Station in New York, Rutland was my choice to come. Forecast promised a blizzard and I want to catch it – the last snow in March. I knew a cozy, 24/7 place there, and my train was coming at night.
Caledonia Way goes on Great Glen Ways, a very spectacular trail from Inverness to Fort Williams and further to the South. After riding along Caledonia Canals I decided that it can’t be anything better then that and even didn’t go to Northern Island to save the impression.
The Inverness Highland Games are like a festival, taking place all over the Scotland on different weekends. So wherever whenever in summer you are going, you will definitely see at least one.
As for many cyclist the goal is to get to John o’Groats, not many of them take ferry further to Orkney. Usually people do it in separate trip, together with Shetland Islands.
The milestone of this part is Altnaharra. Either you go with other cyclists straight to Bettyhill, or with almost nobody to Tongue, how National Cycling Route 1 prescribes. All cyclists I’ve met told me that Altnaharra – Bettyhill was one of the best part on their way across UK. So I checked another route.
Inverness is either starting point, or destination, or milestone for any traveller in Scotland – driving, cycling, and hiking.
Cycling Scotland #4 on National Cycling Route 1. The route to Aberdeen was exhausting. The most exhausting part of National Cycling Route 1. Nothing particular to see, no places to stop, no places to eat. I cycled into Aberdeen so hungry…
Chapter #3 of cycling Scotland along the National Cycling Route 1, from Dundee to Stonehaven, with photos on the map.
In St Andrews National Cycling Route 1 merged with EuroVelo Cycling Route and North Sea Cycling Route, which makes life easier in terms of navigation.
Not to miss this part of National Cycling route 1. Loch Level and Falkland Palace is the “must see” places.
Here is a map with pictures on it, showing my cycling ride from London to Edinburg. I tried to keep on National Cycling Route 1 – this option was provided by Google Maps more clear then from any other sources.
Camera Obscura, a World of Illusion in the old centre of Edinburg: mirrors, optical illusions, holograms, lights, tricky images and confusion corridors. Ten selfies in one shot.
Here is the map of US Historic Route 66, from Chicago, Illinois, to Santa Monica, California, with photos on it, placed exactly where they were taken.
It was a Big Truck Ride, a Road Trip from Albuquerque to Flagstaff. That how it happened.
Historical Route 66 is tricky. This time the dead end of it brought me to the Bent Tree Inn old hotel converted into a community.
It started raining and did not stop for a whole week. All news were about flood in Missouri, I was listening ithem from the Old Bus Stop Coffee Shop and Gallery in … Missouri.
I was facing stormy wind and exhausted from cycling against it in the heat in the middle of nowhere. The first building was a small winery and it was open. For Karen’s birthday Party. So I really became one brought with the wind.
Once I lost the way and find myself at the the dead end of Route 66 far from anything but close to industrial workshops, the have rain started.
Staying in the same junction, I didn’t notice the largest Wagon in the world and missed it. The next day I was back, being curious how it could happen.
I was in a big risk of flying back to Chicago for free with stormy wind when someone take me with my bike to Pontiac straight to the Old Log Cabin Restaurant.
Looks like I’m setting a speed record on Route 66. My ride will be the ever slowest. There are so many attractions along the way so I stop everywhere.
I’m hitting Route 66, named American Main Street or American Mother Road. How else they call it, it’s a road which my parents should be hitting before I was born, if they … weren’t Russians (so I am)
On the 1st of April 2015 I flew to Chicago for cycling Bicycle Route 66 to the West and TransAmerican Trail to the East and joined cyclists’ hospitality network.
