Two Wheels to Anywhere

“We opened my aunt’s basement door and walked into the dusty room. Among cardboard boxes and carpentry tools stood a bright red bicycle. The frame had a few patches of rust. The components looked clunky and the gears grated roughly when I spun the pedals.…
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Blind Date with the Desert

“My first few days in Moab’s red rock desert were like a blind date where everything went wrong,” writes Hilary Oliver. “For one, it was August. My metal aviator sunglasses got so hot in the sun that I couldn’t smile or they’d burn my cheeks.”…
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