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Rio Frio, Texas shows me the money!

During one’s travels, when one ventures upon such a quest as a 3 year journey, one will from time to time stop for a short while to find work and replenish one’s bank account. This is one of those times for me .With about 4 months under my belt I started seeking short time employment and a place to abide my time in peace. The name of that place happens to be Rio Frio, Texas. This is a town that time has forgotten primarily due to the construction of Highway 83. The town offers cabin rentals to tourists and not much more. Rio Frio no longer lies on the main highway and has a population numbering less than 824.

For sixteen weeks I’m living on a 3 acre piece of land in a quaint little guest home. One of four that the owner has built. He happens to be a fine carpenter. The grounds were planted and designed by his wife. The property used to be the local school for the community, built sometime in the 1870s. It burned down and was rebuilt elsewhere. Here all that remains of the existing structure is the concrete shell. The roof collapsed as you will see in my photo gallery.

Under the skillful hands and directions of my host and his wife this place is now a sanctuary of rest. This has become a place of refuge for many bird species as it boasts a nice little pond. The back of the property has a livestock area where they raise their own animals and chickens, from which I receive a caloric benefit each morning. I spend my mornings each day before preparing to go to work sitting on my little porch and enjoying freshly pressed coffee while watching and listening to the birds and perhaps seeing a rabbit or two hop by.

I’m about two weeks into my commitment and in about fourteen weeks I will continue on with my adventures. In my free time I take long walks with my walking stick studying bushcraft books and camping at Garner State Park when time allows. I’m also currently working on a line  of line bushcraft jewelry and accents for walking sticks using antler pieces, arrow heads, leather and other materials.

More info is forthcoming. In the meantime…. live free and have fun.


Seminole Canyon State Park

On my first arrival at Seminole Canyon State Park I was not that impressed, it looked like any other dry arid landscape but on further investigation my insights turned out to be totally wrong.

This place is well worth stopping for it not only offers some of the greatest pictographs on canyon walls, (by the way these can be found by a guided tour for a meager sum of $5.00 for a 1 1/2 tour) but is very informative as well, well worth the money spent.

This park also offers a great set of hiking trails. One is a 7 mile trail that takes you along the canyon ridge, as well as to Panther cave which houses some of the best pictographs of a shamans journey on behalf of its people only accessible by boat tour. On another trail you are lead to a stunning view of the canyon, especially viewed after a couple of days rain with the infusion of new water.

The staff is outgoing and friendly and willing to go to great lengths to ensure a great visit. The camp host is an awesome couple as well.

I would rate this a 2 thumbs up, it offers showers, baths and water and electric. It also offers a private camping area as well. I enjoyed my stay and would recommend it to any cyclist on the Adventure Cycling Association’s Southern Tier Route.

Seminole Canyon State Park

Morons with chainsaws in national forests…

This moron is the product of a failed education system. During my first extended say in one of our nation’s national forests, Gila National Forest, I witnessed an individual park his travel trailer, size up the spot in which he was parked, and promptly retrieve a chain saw from his trailer and begin cutting branches he felt would interfere with his pop out. This is a federal crime. I was taken aback and could not let this go unanswered. Moments after I began berating this moron, a park ranger pulled up and assured me this person would be receiving a federal citation carrying a $500 fine. I debated on outing this person by leaving the license plate unmasked, but the last thing we need is vigilante justice. It’s a New Mexico plate, however.

Committing a Federal crime.
Committing a Federal crime.
Committing a Federal crime.
Committing a Federal crime.


I’m off! Commence 1+ year on the road!

On Tuesday, March 14th (PI Day), 2017, after a night on the couch at KKCD’s house I began making my way south to Tucson. A wrong turn forced me to briefly ride on the I-10 as I was not about to turn around and backtrack many miles. Having ridden on highways much like the I-10 in other states, I was comfortable doing so. The Department of Public Safety was not so comfortable with me doing so. Fortunately one of the patrolmen that stopped me was nice enough to escort me for a few miles after I assured him I was exiting just a few exits later.

I spent the night at Picacho Peak State Park, a wonderful place. Unfortunately they do not offer discounts to hiker/biker campers but thankfully the host found a more affordable solution for me as opposed to the standard $30 per night fee.

Upon arriving in Tuscon the following day I found a wonderful host using I also decided that I’m abandoning my plan to bike to the Grand Canyon and then back down to Tuscon before heading east on the Southern Tier. I’m here in Tucson, right on the Southern Tier, I might as well start my trip east! But only after exploring Tuscon for a handful of days!

Salt River Cleanup

I’ve been biking out to the Salt River for awhile now, and doing little cleanups here and there. Last weekend while I was out I ran into a cleanup group and joined forces with them. Shout out to Gloria and her group, Eric and Kimberly. It was nice meeting you and cleaning up this part of the Salt River. Before and after photos below, and here’s an Instagram collage photo.

Salt River Cleanup Before
Salt River Cleanup Before
Salt River Cleanup After
Salt River Cleanup After

2016 Past Journeys

If you want a little background on me prior to 2016, the Downtown Devil published an article about me.

In the first half of 2016 I was getting my legs and gear ready for a planned 22 day tour from Phoenix to Missoula, MT.

On June 25th, 2016 I set off on what was to be a 22 day journey to Missoula, Montana ending at Adventure Cycling headquarters in celebration of their 40th anniversary. It was my first real bicycle tour and I unfortunately underestimated my daily mileage capability and slowly fell behind. When I realized I wouldn’t make the celebration I slowed and began exploring my surroundings more. I did eventually make it to Missoula and then turned west on the Lewis & Clark bicycle route to visit Oregon and northern California. 22 days became 3 months and I eventually returned to Phoenix by bus from northern California.

My trips in the 4th quarter of 2016 were within Arizona and were often to campsites along the Salt River as well as Lost Dutchman State Park, staying two to four nights. It was on these two to four day trips where I began developing my bushcraft skills. The learning experience of my first big tour to Missoula and beyond allowed me to refine/simplify my packing list and get my gear weight down as much as possible.