Some things cannot, and should not, be forced. I'll finish it later.
For the two or three people a day who follow a link in from bikeforums, I suppose there is nothing here that really explains the point of this journal, and if anyone at all gives it a look over, I really oughta explain myself a bit better. For now, I'll even paste this onto the About page in lieu of anything interesting.
I'm Tansy(Ha - no, not really, but I rather like the name. A pretty weed. If I ever run into you somewhere I'd give you the real one). I like bike tours, but I rather dislike coming home. I don't like driving, working, or living in a house very much either.
This summer, I plan to load up way more junk then I'll probably end up needing on my bike, and in a round-about route head towards Arizona. Instead of coming back, I'll look for work over the winter, then come next summer... I'm not sure. Maybe visit some way-out-of-state friends, or go to Alaska.
I spend most of my free time(all my time) researching, but my actual route and plan beyond the first year are intentionally vague. For all I know, I'll make a shitty vagabond and want to come home after a nasty storm or cold night. I should probably leave myself some room to back out.
In the meantime, I'm collecting whatever information will be useful in the pursuit of feeding myself and sleeping as cheaply as possible, within the bounds of legality, and some measure of safety. My camping maps are public, with as much info as I can organize and confirm as somewhat-hopefully factual on various places I can camp for free, along wit some pay sites as shower stops. Or because I thought the little red signs needed company. I also have a huge personal collecting of other relevant info, but I'm getting tired of writing this so we'll just ignore that for now.
Until--- Oh, finally. Power is back on. Enough of this. If you're someone who actually knows me and is reading this, I hope you are mauled by silk floss tree. Anyone else can expect better content somewhere around July.