I'm writing this from San Luis Obispo on the majestic California coast, and I can only wonder in amazement at how far Bixby, my best friend, and I have come in the past two years. We are on the cross-country adventure of a lifetime, having traveled more than 8,500 miles from Maine to Florida, across to Texas, up through Colorado and the Rockies, on to Seattle and down the West Coast. The journey has transformed our lives and allowed us to see America in a way that few have. Bixby, by the way, is a 5-year-old rescue dog. And did I mention that we are traveling by bicycle?
How did we get here? In 2011, I was stuck in a tiresome job in Austin, Texas; overweight; a chain smoker; and bored with life. When a friend offered me a Burning Man ticket, I jumped at the opportunity for a change. I quit my job, sold everything that owned me, and decided to live my life like an adventure and less like a chore. After Burning Man, I was inspired to continue my trek into the unknown, and I drove my truck throughout the country, seeing sights, making new friends, and soaking up life. Eventually we ended up in the Ghost Town of Terlingua, Texas, near Big Bend National Park, where my truck broke down. With no money for repairs, I got a job bartending in a saloon, lived for free in a school bus, and ended up staying for a year.