A Ride On The Vermonter To Pick Blueberries With Celine

Nearing thirty years of age, I was a bit ashamed to admit that I’d never ventured North of Albany while still within the U.S. Luckily, last year on my bike tour, I met this blueberry-picking, bumble-bee-worshiping, doe-eyed alumnae of the University of Vermont, and she inspired me to head North.

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Diego’s Bachelor Party

It finally arrived, the moment I had been waiting for: Diego’s bachelor party. After getting a good night’s rest, I was feeling fresh in spite of the 3,000 train miles, 200 bike miles, 500 car miles, 10 foot miles and 10 horseback miles I had put on over the past week. Our friends flew into Phoenix’ Sky Habor International Airport on Thursday, employing what seemed like the sole means of transportation that I hadn’t yet utilized on this trip.

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Realizing I’m Not 23 Anymore In The Havasupai Reservation

Phase I was the train ride from DC to Flagstaff. Phase II was the 200-mile bike ride from Flagstaff to Phoenix. Phase III, beginning today, would be the journey back North with my buddy Juan to the emerald falls at the Havasupai Indian Reservation.

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Amtrak DC to AZ

What could have been a four-hour flight, I chose to convert into a 53-hour train ride. Why not? For the first time since I was 14, I actually had the time. I hopped onto Amtrak's Capitol Limited and then Southwest Chief trains to get from DC to AZ.

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