Virginia Krabill

From my recent viewpoint, sitting on the sofa with drink in hand, I’ve been inspired by watching a barrage of badasses from afar. Somewhere amidst the amazing feats and performances of the (Women’s) World Cup, a bit of hype was swarming around a colorful little moving dot with the initials ‘LW’…

Early spring bikepacking is calling. That means cold nights and chilly mornings that can only be defrosted by a solid down layer. If you don’t already have a packable down jacket in your arsenal, check out the lightweight offerings from Big Agnes…

According to Wikipedia, the proverb “a rolling stone gathers no moss” is commonly interpreted in one of two ways. The first being that those who are always moving, with no roots in place, are avoiding responsibility. Although I can’t deny the truth in that sentiment, I prefer the second interpretation, which equates “moss” to stagnation or the antithesis of growth and experience.

After a pretty physically disgusting (referring to my own personal health issues, not the environmental landscape of the outside world) and very difficult 5 days (4 of which involved traveling somewhere other than the bathroom), Logan and I made it to Antigua, Mike having forged ahead a day before us…

Some final thoughts on Mexico and a respite from pedaling on Caye Caulker for a few days… y muchas fotos.