Category: PHOTOSTORIES
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The End With Fireworks
That is the end of my East Coast Greenway bicycle ride from Maine to Florida. Bad timing – 4th of July, crowds everywhere.
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Night Promenade With Puncture
Yesterday night respectable citizens of Palm Beach Shira and Jon took a promenade to Downtown. Under the empty bridge, surrounded by construction fence, they were catch up by a stranger, walking her bike.
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Kayaking With Alligators
Alligators were living in this lake, and Liz told they were peaceful, but… (more…)
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Teresa and Nat
It was a pleasant evening on a porch under the bid mimosa trees, with hand-made wine.
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Theresa and Rick
Prince William Forest Park. I decided to make a short cut, but, as usually, it took me much longer than it would just on regular path.
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Sleeping at White House
The owners of White House were probably the only ones around, who didn’t know I was going to sleep in their backyard. (more…)
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Debbie and Dave
Cycled with Nancy Torrey Brown Rail Trail, then kept by myself to Baltimore. Lost my sunglasses.
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Nancy and David
I pressed the button on the R40 bridge, yellow light started flashing for drivers to keep in mind, that a bicycle was crossing the bridge, and cycled into McDonald’s on another side. I needed to mark libraries on my map ahead, because thunderstorm was coming in a few hours. It came earlier, and I’ve got a ride to the library from… a Weather Guard!
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Dianne and Glenn
After a lunch, Elaine and Warren cycled back to Delaware City, and I cycled to North East to getting back to the trail.
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Elaine and Warren
I spent a wonderful day with them. After 20 miles on Delaware Trail we had a lunch in famous Schaefer’s Canal House. I didn’t suppose to be on this trail, but here is a story.
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John, then Philadelphia at Night
I worked from the library for another couple of days, some cyclist was seating next to me and started talking. So another couple of nights I stayed at John’s place.
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Robert and Carolyn
Got up at 4:30 AM at some marina around Fairfield CT (the guards knew), to take off before the rain started. It was freezing anyway, what’s a point to stay in the hammock till later. (more…)
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Down to New Haven
Probably, the easiest part of the trail – gentle downhill to New Haven. Another one New England Ivy League University, Yale, is in New Haven.
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Classical Musician
Barbara organized a meeting with Stephane, who was cycling opposite way, from Florida to Maine, with her dog. We all met at Bolton. (more…)
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Dorothy and Librarians
I passed Providence, and needed another stop in a library to do some work, and found a nice one in Coventry, which worked from 9 to 9, was surrounded by woods (for my hammock!). -
Casey and Grayson
This cool lady, a Moscow journalist, via South Africa running, is riding her bike from Maine to Florida, and ended up in Pawtucket, Rhode Island for the night. Go girl!
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Syrniki with Smetana
Portsmouth was very pretty, without any industrial areas around. After it, East Coast Greenway Trail went on R1, Ocean Rd, with heavy traffic, and continued in a very nice area, Rye. Nice for living, but not for buying anything when you were getting hungry. -
Nathan and Jennifer
I already realized that my trip is like anthropological research of people’s’ backyards, so will title the future posts just with names of people I stayed with. -
Night at the Library
I cycled by the library and decided to stop there for the middle of the day, not to burn on the sun. Then the rain came. Then the rain stopped, but the night came. -
Portland Rush
Was in a hurry to meet with three newspapers in Portland, lost trail signs right in front of Portland, cycled to Route 1, hitchhiked, was late. -
Camping in L.L.Been
Gail told me that it would be a huge outdoor store on my way in Freeport, L.L.Bean, which was a few miles away before Portland and worked all day and nights. It was cool itself, also the next day I supposed to meet with Portland’s newspapers, so I was thinking about hanging somehow at this night shop, the whole night around. I’m an outdoor shopaholic. (more…)
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The Lobsters Capital of the World
I got up at 4AM, deadly freezing, in Ellsworth, and started pedaling in dark to warm up. I was heading Rockland, the lobsters capital of the world. (more…)
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Dennysville Surroundings
I spend two weeks in Dennysville, working on my new project. Got a ride on ATV vehicle to the swamps, saw biting turtles, a lot of birds, who’s’ names I would never remember, had a dinner with all locals at the church and had a breakfast another day there. -
Talk at School
They invite me to talk at Dennysville school about long distance travel experience and some other life skills. (more…)
Moscow
TV Short Movies Production, Journalism, Creative Writing. Once known as Elena Novikova, or Lena Mescherskaya, she made her mark as a journalist in a top Russian newspaper in the mid-2000s. With degrees in both technical and philological fields, she wrote on a variety of topics, earning praise for her literary flair, emotional depth, and unique blend of irony and grotesque allegory. Her column, The Track, a famous paper column, was especially notable, offering glimpses into her extraordinary life through its double meanings.
Now from the first face:
The following chain of events was never planned but happened because of the GEO-BS ripple effect.
South Africa
Because of my early age inspiration from the The Gods Must Be Crazy movie, in 2008, I flew to South Africa to run the Kalahari Desert Race and learned to run chasing other racers. This escapade led to a contract with the University of South Africa, where I trained with a top coach and won a Silver medal at the World Masters Athletics Championship in the USA in 2011. Dummit! If I had known, I would have stayed with my coach’s plan, and might have taken a Gold. But victories in the Alliance de France and British Consulate International Photo Contests, followed by a solo photo exhibition, Iron Africa, didn’t leave space for these thoughts. On a road trip around Cape Town, my camera with mindblowing footage of abandoned ships was stolen, together with everything else in my car, and I left for the longest hiking trail for a walk about.
Four Years On Foot. Wherever Eyes Lead
Because of this running chapter, I checked my limits and went unlimited. I thru-hiked the 2081-mile Appalachian Trail, cycled Historic Route 66 from Chicago to LA, pedaled from the Canadian border to Key West, biked from London to Orkney Island, traveled by boat and through the jungle on the Amazon River, climbed Machu Picchu, and drove from the Atacama Desert to Salar de Uyuni and Lake Titicaca.
Midcost Maine Art.
Because my car was towed away by mistake at the very beginning of my 2018 road trip, I changed my mind, stayed in Midcoast Maine for two years, collaborated with local artists on my art installation White PT Cruzer, which was frozen during the COVID lockdown.
Two Years of Skiing Lake Tahoe.
Because of the lockdown, I restored my road trip plan. At the gas station, on my way out of Rockport, I saw the car with an Aspen sticker and decided to go there. Until the track Chevy Tahoe arrived. And another one right after. A decision was made – I headed to Palisades Tahoe, passed PSIA exams, and for the next two seasons became a ski instructor with swim instructing in between.
Silicon Valley.
Horrible accident, deadly for my car and lacky for me, was a trigger for me to move to Silicon Valley to finally apply my engineering skills. Or media. With the W3 arrived, it can be both at once. Oh, and I should fix a mess on my account here, because my books, my bestselling hard copies, were published in the country whose language is not supported even for writing a bio here. Not even speaking about my changed name.
My books were uploaded to Amazon by the publishing house under their account. Who cares that it was one of the biggest in Russia? I must start over in English.