After three months of glorious travel, I've finally rejoined the real world. Carefree days of pedaling through winter rain have been replaced by normal, everyday things like pedaling to work.

The final mile of the Pacific Coast route was flooded with sewage and storm runoff. I opted to ride the beach over then ford the sewage ponds.

I’ve never been inclined to big cities. I normally enjoy them once I’m there, but I don’t seek them out. It was with a little apprehension that I was approaching the Grand Daddy of cities, L.A.

Paradise on a bike tour includes a pair of excellent local hosts, perfect weather, good food, and surf beaches walking distance from home.

Studying this new water, I was sure it was going to happen here or not at all. I made four or five casts, pulling out more line after each cast. On the sixth cast, as the line was tightly swinging across the current, I felt the sharp tug...tug.tug of a fish.

I’m sure we all have things that drive us, make our hearts pump harder, faster. For me it’s casting a fly rod in search of steelhead.

When I got back, I unzipped the vestibule and threw my handlebar bag into the tent. At that moment, a small, furry creature hopped out of the inside of the tent

On the morning I rode to Newport, I knew the rain and snow was coming. I woke up early, packed up in the rain, and hit the road. Luckily the worst of the weather held off until afternoon, and I arrived