Bixby and her Human
Hi there! Thanks for checking out our website. My name is Bixby and I’m a 5 year old rescue dog from Texas. Along with my Human “Mike” and our rubber safety chicken “Chicken Charlie”, we have emBARKed on an epic adventure bicycling around the country and raising awareness of the importance of pet adoption and supporting your local animal shelters. Originally from Austin, I soon found my human Mike living and working there and I knew I had to take care of this guy. Little did I know what I was in for. Three years ago, Mike decided to show me the country. We loaded into his pickup truck and set out to see the sights. We toured across the country visiting small towns and national parks till one day we landed in the Terlingua Ghost Town in the shadows of Big Bend National Park. While there we befriended The Coyote Brothers that were in the process of a 2 year bicycle journey across the country and making a documentary. Their stories apparently made an impression for we eventually got ourselves a Yuba Mundo cargo bike, stuck my bed on the back, grabbed our trusty rubber safety chicken and told my human that “dreams are like sticks…you just have to chase them!” We have now pedaled over 8,000 miles through 31 states and are having the adventure of a lifetime and we’re just getting started! Along the way we are exploring our beautiful country, meeting lots of people and helping to unite other 4 legged friends with their humans to take care of by visiting local animal rescues and shelters and highlighting those furry little friends that are looking for homes. So look out and you may just see us pedaling through your town. If you do see us, stop and say hi. If you take a picture of us, post it to our Facebook page below. Thanks a Ruff -Bixby and Mike
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Check out a few of the pictures so far…
This is where we called home for over a year in the tint desert Ghost Town of Terlingua by the Big Bend in the deserts of Southwest Texas. A magical place that altered our lives forever. This is where we met a couple brothers on a cross country bicycle journey of their own that would eventually inspire us to follow suit and make this journey.
After leaving the beautiful desolate deserts of Southwest Texas, gathering up all our gear and convincing my human to set a date and take the plunge, this is where we began our journey. In Galveston, TX in sight of the Pleasure Pier we starting pedaling on May 15th 2013.
Day 3 and we’re crossing over I-10 West of Beaumont, TX.
We’ll sure never forget Effie and Mitchell from Warren, TX. We took off on this adventure May 15th out of Galveston, TX and within a few days it was already 100 degrees and humid. Mid day we’re looking for shade and right there by the side of the road, as if sent right down from Heaven was “Granny’s Li’l Produce Stop.” Fresh from her garden about 200 feet away were the best Barkin’ tomatoes in the whole wide world. I think we ate half a dozen of them right there. So if you’re ever find yourself on 287 north of Kountze, TX. Keep your eyes peeled for Granny’s Li’l Produce Stop. You won’t be disappointed.
Didn’t take me long to realize that this was going to be fun! Like here when we camped out at Lake Sam Rayburn in East Texas outside of Zavalla during Memorial Day Weekend.
We crossed our very first state line into Louisiana about a week and a half into our journey. It seemed like such a feat at the time to have pedaled nearly 200 miles.
Before we knew it we were in Shreveport, LA, the home of Leadbelly
After pedaling around on a hot day in Shreveport what’s better than to come across this Barktastic water fountain with lots of little humans that were eager to learn how to play fetch.
This was our very first Warmshowers host, which is like couch surfing, but for cycle touring. Maurice Loridans and his wife Valarie got us a place to stay while in Shreveport and this guy is one of the biggest bicycle advocates we’re ever met. Not only did he and Val show us all over town by bike, but as we were at his house the doorbell rang and it was some neighborhood kids asking if he could help them straighten their bent wheel. He dropped everything and brought them in and started fixing their bikes. We could not have asked for a better host and know it’s only a matter of time till they’ll be out on a tour themselves.
Crossing our 2nd state line. We’re really starting to get the hang of this and making better time than we thought we would.
Our very first interview was with Darleen Wheelington in Camden, Arkansas. At this point we had been nearly 500 miles on our adventure and she, being a huge animal advocate decided that we should be on the front page of the local paper. It was my first taste of celebrity as lots of people would wave and honk and say way to go as we pedaled through town.
How cool is this. We found the birthplace of one of the coolest humans ever. The Human in Black himself Johnny Cash. Let be clear though. I am no Dirty ‘Ol Egg Suckin’ Dog.
Meet officer Bo Woody of the Camden, AR Police Dept. As we pulled into Camden after visiting family in Fordyce, it was 101 degrees. Luckily it was really humid too. As we sat on a bench in the shade, he pulled up in his squad car to see if we were alright and to ask about our adventure. He had recently ridden a bicycle to New Orleans and back and was eager to help us out. He offered to let us stay at the Police station that night. It was som much fun and we will never forget the hospitality of the Camden, AR Police Depy. and Officer Woody.
Though her name escapes our mind, we will never forget this lady. This was taken on (as of 1-14-15) the most grueling, hard, gross and honestly miserable day of our adventure. We had left Camden, AR early that morning and were heading to Texarkana, AR. While grabbing something to drink at a store a guy convinced us that we should alter our route and take the “short cut” on the “shaded road” with “no hills.” To go back in time I may have just bitten that guy. The road was shaded for maybe 5 miles, then the hills started followed by more hills and as the sun rose higher and the temperature rose it started baking the freshly laid asphalt and tar sludge toxic stink of a sticky road where the vapors burnt our eyes and the insides of our noses. Mile after horrible mile of breathing in that nasty toxic gunk with no relief, then luckily, out of nowhere a huge diesel Tyson Chicken truck pulls out of a side road in front of us packed full of live chickens that smell like rotting death and feces on their way to the processing plant and it rained down all these whitish urine soaked death feathers as if it were a cruel joke of fake dead chicken pee soaked snow and as it would pull away another one would pull out of another side road and mile after miles of toxic sludge vapor tar road sticky eye stinging dead chicken urine feather hot horrible I hate this road paved by Satan himself highway that this jerk I should have bitten sent us on. 13 hours and 45 miles later we were met by this angel of light and happiness. She had passed us as she went to work that morning from Hope, AR and now hours and hours later she passed us still pedaling. Seeing that we just looked beat and nearly defeated pedaling just fast enough to keep the bike from falling over, she hurried home, grabbed us some water and some snacks and came back and pulled up in front of us and offered it to us. Like a mirage in the desert we questioned if it was real. It was real and we sat there and talked with here for maybe a half an hour about our journey, the family reunion we were on our way to and the horrible day we had just had. She told us that she admired what we were doing and she could just tell that maybe we needed a little encouragement and cold water and that if we could make it another 8 miles that there would be a room waiting for us at a Days Inn in Hope, AR and that we could shower and get a good nights rest. Holy Ruff it was so amazing. We gave her a big ‘ol sweaty hug, thanked her so much and pedaled one more hour to one of the best night’s sleep we had ever had. I wish so much that I could remember her name. We asked the Hotel,but they couldn’t tell us, but I can say without a doubt, name or no name we will never forget her. From that day forward we try to keep in mind that sometimes you have to go through the most difficult, trying, uncomfortable days to meet the most amazing people that just might change your life.
600 miles into our adventure in Texarkana, AR we met my humans 2nd cousin Nathan. He’s a short little guy, but picked up my favorite game of fetch like a natural.
On our way up to Maine, we decided to stop in Gatlinburg, TN where we knew our friends Jon Hogan and Maria Moss were performing. They are our friends we met while down in Terlingua and are truly the Bonnie and Clyde of traditional folk music. Check out their music here. http://www.reverbnation.com/jonhoganband
Here’s the Rufftastic little town we started from in Maine. Luckily we got to spend a little time there.
Symbolically putting our back wheel into the water in the Easternmost town in the U.S.
We came across The Dairy Dream somewhere east of Bar Harbor, Maine and were pretty sure we found where Ice Cream goes to die.
Can’t remember exactly where this was in Maine, but fairly certain there’s a witch underneath this house somewhere. It looks like if fell out of the sky straight from a tornado.
We never know where we’re going to find to sleep on this adventure. Sometimes it’s a 200 year old abandoned barn tucked way back off the road.
Once inside the barn there was this old trailer filled with debris, but once we emptied it out, it was the perfect place to throw down our sleeping pads and get a great night’s sleep. To make sure to scare away anything that may harm us we brought our our Richard Nixon mask and hung it up. nothing dared disturb us.
Real or not, I don’t like it. He’s looking at me. I saw him move. He looks hungry. I’m bite sized to this guy. He bites me, I bite you human. Take the Ruffin’ picture and get me outta here.
All throughout Boston there were these pianos that were all painted up and put out to encourage people to stop and play them. This guy, dressed in full business attire walked up and he looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Like maybe he had just fired someone or been fired himself, I don’t know, but he sat down, closed his eyes and just started playing this beautiful classical song and we couldn’t help but stay and listen.
The Boston Skyline is Absoruffinlutlely beautiful at night. We were only there for one day, but we must have pedaled over 50 miles in that city.
Though this picture was meant as an inside joke to some of our friends in Terlingua, TX who play “The Moose” game, it never ceases to amaze me just what a dork my human can be in public. Though more of a dork was one friend in Terlingua who had to fake skydive on the ground in front of everyone because of this picture.
We arrived into Provincetown, MA and my human decided to let his Freak Flag fly. This is certainly one of the most pup friendly places we’ve been on this entire trip.
Headed to the very tip of Cape Cod.
The thing about stealth camping in plain sight in front of a public library on Cape Cod is 1) no one expect anyone to be there so though you’re virtually in plain sight, no one looks there and 2) free wifi. We may have done this more than a few times in different towns.
The Truth Is On the Streets.
- There once was a dog in Nantucket…Who rode on the back of a bike in a bucket.
Meet Joe. He runs a bike shop in Nantucket. He was nice enough to let us use some tools to replace the pedals on our bicycle there. It was really funny to watch how long it took my human to figure out that you have to turn the wrench in the opposite direction to take pedals off a bike. I would have helped, but 1) I don’t have opposable thumbs and 2) I enjoyed the entertainment along with the rest of the shop watching him try to figure it out. Joe also gave us lots of advice as where to go while we were on the island. Take my word for it, go to Nantucket, go see Joe at the Nantucket Bike Shop, it’s just on the left as you exit the ferry and rent a bicycle to see that beautiful island. It’s by far the best way to see it. Tell him Bixby sent you.
This is a really building in Woods Hole on Cape Cod right next to the ferry to Martha’s Vineyard.
We turned lots of heads in New London, CT
Here we are in Narragansett, RI. There were people surfing everywhere!
As we pedaled from Montauk, Long Island New York towards Brookland, we saw some scary monsters. I thought these guys disappeared a long time ago. Let’s get outta here.
No! Sleep! Till Brooklyn!!!
This should be a postcard!
Every now and again we meet Superheroes on our adventure. Here we meet the Man of Steel in NYC. Honestly, he really didn’t have much to say, but never the less didn’t seem to mind if we took a picture with him.
Not sure why this human is out here in his underwear and a cowboy hat in the middle of Times Square, but he sang “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog” to me as he flexed a bicep. I here he’s known for this, but I am so much more than just a hound dog.
Heading through Philly
Though this picture was meant as an inside joke to some of our friends in Terlingua, TX who play “The Moose” game, it never ceases to amaze me just what a dork he can be in public. Though more of a dork was one friend in Terlingua who had to fake skydive on the ground in front of everyone because of this picture.
They had some naughty statues in Philly so I did my part to keep the public’s eyes safe. Say no to Crack.
Cotton fields by Cape Charles, VA
Statue of Neptune on Virginia Beach. Can you see me?
I’m a big kid look what I can do..(in Kill Devil Hills, NC)
Sometimes the weather doesn’t cooperate. Luckily we’re prepared.
View from my favorite place we camped in Ocean City, MD
How this picture came to be was awesome. We had pedaled already about 40 miles or so and as we approached Atlantic Beach, NC, a girl, we’ll call her Hannah since that’s her name pulled up beside us and asked us if she could take our picture. We said sure and we ended up talking about our adventure for a while and she asked where we were going that evening. As usual the answer is almost always not sure yet, well long story short she invited us to come stay with her boyfriend, Mitchell, also his name, and her for the night and they would show us around. We did exactly that. The next morning it was raining so they invited us to stay another day and were shown the sailboat that these two are now living on sailing around the warm waters of the lower East Coast. Before we left I had to give them a little snuggle time of coarse.
“If you throw the ball, you’re going to get it. I don’t like it here and I think we should go!” This was a crazy day as we were told that as we left our new friends Hannah and Mitchell from Atlantic Beach and started heading toward Wilmington, NC that they would let bicyclists pass through Camp LeJeune Military Base. Nope. A man awith a gun bigger than me told us we had to go around. I even gave him sad puppy eyes because going around meant more than a 40 mile detour. Puppy eyes don’t work with Military guys with huge guns. FYI. So we headed to the Military town of Jacksonville which had more barber shops and tattoo places than we’ve ever seen in one place and met a nice man who gave me treats because it was “his” birthday.
We 1st heard about Freaker USA while we were still up in Maine. My human is weird and sometimes types random words like booger or poot into google to see what comes up. One day he typed in Freak and eventually these guys came up. They are awesome and hilarious. They make Freakers which are kinda like koozies, but way Ruffin’ cooler. Not only do they keep your drinks insulated, but they protect you against the dreaded “Moist Palms.” Gross! They make lots of different designs, they’re cheap and best of all…they’re all made locally. We let them know about our journey and they invited us to see where the freaks work in Wilmington, NC. Learn more about them and how they got started, watch Birth of a Freaker. and check out their Facebook page, they’re always funny
We rolled into South Carolina at night and instantly the shoulder of the road disappeared and what road there was was horrible. It was pretty sketchy for a while. Luckily, we have Chicken Charlie, our rubber safety chicken to watch our back.
Met Mr. Bonetangles in Charleston, SC
We meet Hanna and Mitchell in Atlantic Beach, NC and they let us stay with them a couple days.
1st Friday in Brunswick, Georgia.
The Waterfront District of Savannah, Georgia is really cool. Savannah is actually one of the most beautiful cities we’ve ever been to. We were told that back in the 60’s a few ladies raised money to save a historic building downtown and were successful and from there really got the towns people involved and starting saving many on the old historic buildings as well as the Live Oak trees. Together they make this city seem like you’re stepping back to a time forgotten by most cities.
Guess what town this was taken in? 2 trys then it’s a lost cause..
We met Santa in Savannah, Georgia. All me and Chicken Charlie asked for was the best year of our lives. Thanks Santa Clause.
We rolled into St. Augustine, FL after dark and were blown away by how beautiful it was there.
It was like a winter wonderland in St. Augustine, but way warmer.
A very close call in Ft. Lauderdale. We were standing where that car is like 10 seconds before.
Wiser words are rarely Spoken.
Hollywood Beach was really beautiful, but not so doggie friendly.
Fort Pierce was so much fun. We got to stay on a boat our first night there, go deep sea fishing, see a Christmas Boat parade and stay on a sail boat for 3 more days and imagine what life at sea would be like. I think I would make a great Captain. Here we are just looking over the water there as the sea gulls were admiring our ride.
We went deep sea fishing off Fort Pierce, FL with some cool people we met. They didn’t catch anything, but I had fun Captaining the ship for them.
Being that I’m such a strong swimmer and have very good vision, I decided to lend a paw on Miami Beach, FL to keep everyone safe.
They interviewed us for the news in Miami Beach.
3,000 miles later we finally made it to the Florida Keys.
These humans may have been the funniest couple we have ever met. They saw us at a farmers market on Key Largo and invited us to stay a couple days with them on Islamorada Key. They took us out of boats, as in plural, introduced us to their friends and had us laughing the entire time. They had a couple best fuzzy friends of their own too. He would constantly pester her and poke fun till she finally had enough and as he was relaxing with a drink in a lounge chair, she came up on a tractor with a fork lift and picked him up to let him know she’d had enough. We will never forget hanging out with them and the hospitality they showed us while we were there. Thank you Deb and Steve.
Making lots of new friends in Islamorada Key.
Just a few miles from Key West
We arrived into Key West on Christmas Day 2013 to find an exhausted Santa passed out on a hammock enjoying the tropic air of the island.
Southern most point in the U.S. Key West!
Did you know there are Giants in Key West? Well there are and they like to dance, so we joined them. My human’s not too bad.
Spent New Years in Key Largo!
Ya know, sometimes you just have to stop for ice cream.
Now we’re talking. We to be in Cuba in no time.
Camping in the Everglades behind Clyde Butcher’s gallery.
My human is nuts! He went on a swamp walk through alligator invested waters in the Everglades. What is he pointing at? When asked if I wanted to go my answer was “No Ruffin’ Way!”
In the Everglades. Have you seen my human?
Giant Banyon Tree in Ft. Myers, FL
In Sarasota, Florida, when it gets chilly outside, they knit their trees sweaters.
After pedaling around Cape Coral amd going to a farmers market and an Art Fair, we came across this Rat Rod. The guy that owned it was from Denton, where my human used to live. He was really cool and let me show him how to burn some rubber.
Meet Lestah Bear. The newest member of our gang.
As we entered Florida more than a month beforen we got a message from Kathy, one of our favorite human’s in the whole wide world’s Mom, and told us that as we get to the gulf side of Florida to come and see her “Bada#$ Island” of Matlacha. Pernounced Matt-la-shay. It took my human many tries to pronounce it correctly. She wasn’t kidding though and we stayed on the island for a week meeting all her friends, exploring the island, kayaking and just enjoying the laid back atmosphere of this totally Ruffin’ chill place. Pretty sure we made a life long friend in the process. We love ya Kathy and thanks for all your hospitality, and for raising a pretty neat kid too.
Finally got a bike trailer in Matlacha.
- Kayaking in the Matlacha Pass Aquatic Preserve
We made lots of friends in Tampa, FL during the Gasparilla Invasion
I do not know anything about this Human on a sign in Ocala, FL, but he has this pup’s vote.
We happened upon Navarre Beach, FL just in time for their Mardi Gras Parade.
On Perdido Key, FL we saw what may have to be our next mode of transportation across the country.
It was late at night as we rolled into the land of Delta Blues.
Guess where this was taken.
The day the squirrel went berzurk, in the first self righteous church, in that sleepy little town of Pascagoula.
Always thinkin’ bout the little desert town by Big Bend Natl Park. Writtin in the sands of Gulfport, Mississippi
Some of the coolest travelers we’re ever met. From Ashville, NC. 1 on a bike and 1 on a horse and of coarse, their pooch.
We were in a Mardi Gras Parade in New Orleans!!!
While in New Orleans, we met the Okra Man. The Okra Man is famous there for driving around the neighborhoods singing over a loud speaker from his truck the different kinds of produce he has to offer. One of our favorite singer songwriters even wrote a song about him. You can check it out here.
We met up with Jeff Dorsen who’s the Executive Director of the Humane Society of Louisiana. He came bearing treats and toys and decided to collaborate while we were in town. We had a radio interview and we we the special guest at a fundraiser and we tried to lend a paw to him anyway we could. This guy is the real deal. We rode around with him one day as he took calls from frantic people who found pets that needed rescued, and he tried to organize fundraising events so he could afford to do more to help more animals. He worked with farmers after the hurricanes of recent years to build hills in their pastures so as the tidal waves would come to shore the animals would have higher ground to flee to. This man lives and breaths animal rights and has one of the most stressful jobs I’ve ever seen. And yet he manages to carry a smile on his face and is calm and you just want to help him anyway you can for you feel the passion exuding from this man trying to help those whom cannot help themselves. If you live in Louisiana, please consider donating, whether it be time or money or even ideas on how to help this amazing guy and the animals he spends his waking hours trying to save. To learn more about Jeff and the work he does check out the Humane Society of Louisiana. Tell him Bixby sent you.
We met a friendly little deer in Sam Houston Jones State Park just north of Lake Charles, Louisana.
Over 4,000 miles later we’re back in the Lonestar state.
Remember the Alamo!
Sharing the love in Austin, TX
In Austin , TX we met The One and Only Miss Toni Price. She’s been a local singer at the Austin Landmark The Continental Club for more that 20 years. She’s a huge part of why we love Austin and definitely a must see if visiting this Barktastic City. Go see her on Tuesday evenings for Hippy Hour. She’ll get your toes a tappin’.
Looking at the Grassy Knoll at Daley Plaza in Dallas, TX
Dog Day’s of Denton, TX. We love all our friends there.
Sometimes I invite all my new friends over and put on a concert. “Play me a song you’re the Piano Dog…”
Sometimes when it’s hot down in Texas, you just have to stop and relax by the pool for the day.
Came across this cool mural in Shawnee, Oklahoma. Where Brad Pitbull was born.
We passed through Okemah, OK where one of the coolest people to ever walk the earth is from. Woofy Guthrie!
Did you know a town is named after me? How cool is that? We had a great time here.
Well this never get old. This is where my human is from.
They also interviewed me on the radio in Tulsa.
This Land Was Made For You and Me!
Sometimes there are scary monsters, but once you get to know them…they’re not so scary, just different.
The Big Blue Whale in Catoosa, OK. Can you see me on his tail and my human in the window?
We made the front page of the paper in Miami, OK.
Picher, OK. Where most of my human’s family is from. A town that in less then 100 years, was incorporated, became a boom town for lead and zinc mining, slowly dwindled, was bought out by the government for contamination from all the mining, then finally wiped off the map by a huge tornado a few years ago. But this guy decided to stick around and greet those who still come and visit.
We rode on the historic Route 66 for a while from Tulsa to Joplin. I’m trying to convince my human that we should pedal the whole thing from California to Chicago. Hmmm
Bet you can’t guess where this was taken. Give you two guesses.
Met this guy in Wichita, KS and he looked tired so we gave him a ride.
Wichita, KS was really beautiful. Here we found the Keeper of the Plains fire ceremony which is said to keep the tornados away from this great city.
What a site for sore eyes. It was blazing hot in western Kansas as we pedaled upon this produce wagon of free vegetables and right across the street was huge shade trees where we stopped and gobbled them up.
They have a unique way of storing Hot and Cold water in Pratt, KS
The Famous Boot Hill in Dodge City, KS. Look out Wyatt Earp, there’s a new dog in town.
We finally made Colorado and are wondering, “Where the Ruff are the Mountains?”
Arriving in the Mile High City. Denver, CO
Always have time to stop and entertain my fans, like here in sunny downtown Denver.
We made lots of friends as we went on a social bike ride in Arvada, CO
Can you believe how much stuff we carry around on our bike? Time to purge.
Beautiful Fort Collins, CO. My human lived here 12 years ago and I’m wondering why the Ruff you would ever leave such a beautiful place.
It always feels like we’re in a cartoon as we pedal around and this mural in Laramie, WY really captured that.
This is Rob (the human) and he’s excited to learn that his best fuzzy friend also likes to ride bikes. Outside the Historic Buckhorn Saloon in Laramie, WY.
What could possibly go wrong if we tie our bike to the back of a Harley Davidson to get pulled up an 11,000 foot mountain in Centennial, WY? It was an epic failure. I hopped right out as we crashed, but my human didn’t fair so well. It could have been a lot worse though, for Scott (on the Harley) had lost a critical piece off his cycle and as he slammed his brakes as we were going down, the right side of his fork came undone from his wheel. It could have been very very bad. In the end, though my human was injured, all we could do was laugh at the genius idea and thank our lucky stars that it ended the way it did. Thank you Scott for all your help following this incident.
After our crash in Centennial we were hoisted to the top of the mountain by our friend Scott and dropped off where we had a 40 mile, mostly downhill ride through the Snowy Mountain Range of Wyoming. It was so Ruffin’ beautiful.
After that 40 mile ride we ended up in Saratoga, WY where we found Hot Springs and this beautiful building in a park that 100 years ago was a public toilet. All these years later…I would live there.
My humans injuries ended up being much worse that we thought (torn ligaments in his shoulder and a banged up knee) so we ended up having to hitch rides to a point where we could get out of the big mountains. Thankfully I’m very cute and people can’t resist helping me out when my human gets stuck. Here we ended up in Thermopolis, WY where we met Jim who made us an unbelievable deal at The Round Top Hotel and we jammed out in his recording studio, I’m a very talented hound while we rested for several days. If you find yourself in Thermopolis, WY, you should definitely stay with Jim at the Round Top. Be sure to bring your instruments.
Had to take a minute and enjoy the view of Yellowstone National Park. Such a lucky pooch. I hope all my friends, K9 and human have the chance to come here.
It’s hard to tell, but we’re pedaling over that bridge in Missoula, MT. This place is so cool and nestled right in the mountains. We were here with my humans parents and got to explore the town and get in a little family time. We also got to visit Adventure Cycling Association where the thousands of cyclists a year come to share their stories from the road.
These wacky humans are my human’s parents. Perhaps you can get some idea of why he is the way he is. We wouldn’t have been able to make it without though and so glad they we able to meet up with us and have our our adventure with them for a week.
from Bellingham, WA we pedaled up to Blaine, WA at the Canadian Border and made it to Peace Arch Park which is a 10 acre park straddling the border where people and pooches from both side can gather with no need for a passport. Symbolically, there gates in the Arch that are supposed to remain open for us to pass freely. I got to play fetch right through the Arch and we even pedaed through it.
This is the view from a pier in Blaine, WA. If you look closely you can see MT. Baker in the Distance.
As we left Blain heading back towards Bellingham we caught our 1st views of the San Juan Islands. Holy Ruffin’ Moley it was gorgeous up there.
From Anacortes, WA we took a ferry across to San Juan Island. The ferry’s there are an adventure all their own. It’s one of the most beautiful boat rides we’ve been on. In the picture is as we’re arriving into Friday Harbor.
Meet Mona the Camel. She’s the unofficial mascot of San Juan Island. She’s super sweet and seems very interested in me and Chicken Charlie. If you put a slice of apple in your mouth she’ll come up and grab it out of your mouth. Sorta a sloppy camel kiss. Thank you Stephen King(not THE Stephen King) for introducing us.
This is the view from the tip of Lime Kiln State Park on San Juan Island. Sometimes it’s nice to just hang out with my friend Chicken Charlie.
Looking out over Deception Pass between Anacortes and Widbey Island.
Looking out over Lake Campbell by Deception Pass. I can’t remember the name of this state park, but I bet someone out there will recognize it and fill us in.
We always end up finding creative places to camp. We arrived into Port Townsend, WA well after dark and after hanging out with some nice people for a while we found this cozy boat trailer that was actually quite comfortable to sleep on. Just rolled out the pad and the bags and we were snug as a bug on a rug, on a boat trailer, in a parking lot, outside, in the damp fog.
We originally met these humans in the Ghost Town of Terlingua, TX in the deserts of Southwest Texas. They are a musical duo that’ll make you take your hat off and listen. They have an awesome place on Widbey Island and brought us in for a couple nights. Russell even wrote a song for Chicken Charlie the next morning.
Here we are at the famous Pike’s Market in Seattle. This is the center of this beautiful city with music in the air and fresh seafood and people from all over the world milling about. I was very popular there as people would stop and take pictures and let me know that they’re proud that I’ve taken my human on such an impressive adventure.
We met Paul Tome from Yuba Bikes who helps us with media along our journey and his girlfriend Katie overlooking the Ferris Wheel at Pier 57 in Seattle. They hung out with us for a day and showed us all around. I was impressed as well that they already knew how to play fetch. Thanks for all your help Paul and so nice to meet you both.
We found Bob’s Java Jive in Takoma, WA and though they had no Java when we went by I couldn’t help but have “I’m a little Tea dog” go through my head. I learned that song when I was just a Puppy in Austin, TX.
Sometimes we find places where it doesn’t seem like such a good idea to stop and play fetch. This is one of those places.
The Capital of Salem, Oregon is really cool. There’s a giant gold man called the Oregon Pioneer on top. I guess he’s like one of those cool street performers cause I never once saw him move. Though I think he may have winked at me.
Once and a while we find ourselves caught somewhere when it starts to rain and we have no idea how we’re going to find a dry warm place to weather the storm like here at a Shell station in Chehalis, OR. Luckily there are angels watching out for us and this night had a very happy ending.
Thanks to the help from human angels from across the country, what started out to be a very miserable evening turned into a comfy hotel and a tour guide the next day of Chehalis and Centralia, OR.
After arriving in Portland, OR we met up with Cordi and his human Kirk. We really admired each others rides so we decided to trade for a while. I could get used used to this.
Humans Greg and Beth from Portland really helped us out a lot while in town. We stayed with them. We played with them. We jammed with them. They even have a tee pee in their back yard, goats for neighbors and live completly car free in this beautiful city. I’m pretty sure I made an impression on them as well for not too long after I left they decided they needed a best friend and adopted a sweet pooch named Velma to help guide them through this adventure called life.
I Ruffin’ love this city. After nearly 2 weeks there we had to leave or we just weren’t ever going to leave. Probably the most bike friendly and one of the most pup friendly big cities in the country.
Happy Ruff Ruff to me. Eugene, OR threw me the most Barktacular Happy Ruffday Party ever. We rolled into town and Yuba Bicycles set us up with Paul and family from Arriving By Bike Bicycle Shop. They welcomed us into their shop, their home and in fact into their lives for the week we were there. They offered up their bike shop for me to have my 5th birthday at and what a bash it was spectacular. The local news promoted it. The Humane Society, Lovabul Rescue and another pup rescue came out, along with lots of other local pups, humans and kids. We had cake, baloons, bubbles, and lots of fetch during the party. Everyone evan sang Happy Ruff Ruff to me. It was by far the greatest party this pooch has ever been to. Thank you so much Paul and the entire staff at arriving by bike for making us feel so special. If you finf yourself in Eugene, OR and your want to ride in style the way I do, go to Arriving By Bike and they’ll set you up with a Yuba Bike or your very own and take my word for it, you’ll be able to teach your human to pedal you around in no time.
Holy Ruff We found Springfield. So what better to do on my 5th Birthday than to go on a ride with the Simpsons.
We stopped in Oregon City and worked briefly with Law Enforcement to hand out Barking Tickets. It was everyone’s lucky day cause I just gave out warnings.
My human swears this is one of the most beautiful beaches he’s ever seen anywhere he’s ever been. It’s certainly the most Wooftastic one I’ve been to. If you want to find this place all you have to do is get on your bike and pedal to Harris Beach State Park in Brookings, OR. Be sure to bring a ball because the sand is soft and the perfect place to play fetch.
Here we are at Dah Station in Somewhere Humboldt County with our friend from the deserts of Southwest Texas. Dahhhh! He moved recently from somewhere Texas on the Rio Grande into this old gas station and hooked us up with some Texas hospitality for a few nights. It’s always nice to see old friends and familiar faces out on the road. Especially Dahhh! characters Dahhh! like this Dahhh! fella. Dahhh! Until we meet again my friend…Viva Terlingua! Dahhh!
When was the last time you got to pedal your human through a tree?
“Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vines, to set on your tables your light sparkling wine..” This reminds me of the Green Pastures of Plenty that one of my favorite troubadours Woody Ruffrie used to sing about. This was taken just north of Cloverdale, CA.
I always hate to see this. This poor pup is tied up to a tree, surrounded by acres of land that he can’t run around on. There is a lead there, but it’s tangled up on a tree and you can see by the grass where this poor pup can move. He’s got it better than some pups we’ve come across, he has a shelter to get in, but it surely makes me feel lucky to be with my human on the journey of a pups lifetime.
We finally made it to Petaluma and Yuba Bicycles World Headquarters. Not only do they make the best bikes ever, but the people who work there are pretty rad too. They’re a busy bunch, but can always find a few minutes to take some goofy pictures and make us feel welcomed. As usual Chicken Charlie started squawking some cluckin’ nonsense so we had to calm him down.
This is Benjamin Sarrazin, founder of Yuba Bicycles. If not for him we wouldn’t have found this amazing machine we pedal around on this incredible journey. The man is so busy creating new bikes and trying to keep up with us that he actually sleeps standing up.
This Guy! This is Steve Bode of Yuba Bikes and having only spoken on the phone a few times he called us up as we approached Petaluma and at first asked us about storing a carrot, then invited us to take a few days off and make a road trip down to LA for the CICLAVIA ride. So glad we did. Not only did we get to see lots of sights along the way, but Ciclavia is this incredible event in LA where they block off about 10 miles of street in Downtown and turn it over to bicycles. It was so much fun. There were bands and concessions and the weather was warm and even the Travel Channel saw us and interviewed us there. Once back to Petaluma, he let us stay in his camper at the KOA camp for a week while he commuted back and forth to Sausalito. Hey Steve, thank you so much for hooking us up and making us feel so welcomed as we entered your part of the world.
Yuba also let us fix up our Mundo with new components so that our ride is like new again. Mike gets confused by all the tools so while he was in the corner, coloring, I along with Mark and Harley tuned, replaced and shined up this great machine.
Look where we’re at. We waited for 2 hours for the fog to lift before crossing the Golden Gate Bridge. We finally gave up and just decided to cross anyway. As soon as we started to cross…the fog dissipated and the City and the bridge emerged. I will never forget our welcome into Beautiful San Francisco. We’re in San Francisco!!!
Our first night in San Francisco we made our way to Oakland to hang out with our friends Tim and Noah Hussin, The Coyote Brothers, that we originally met in Big Bend National Park in November of 2011. At the time they were on their own cross country bicycle adventure making a documentary called America Recycled. We ended up camping together a few nights then we all found our way to the Ghost Town of Terlingua where they hung out a couple months and we ended up breaking down and living there for a year and a half in a school bus overlooking the Chisos Mountains of Big Bend. We thought their journey was so inspiring that I convinced my human that we could do it to. Be sure to check out Americarecycled.org. staring in part, your truly.
I don’t think I like this Santa. He told me to hop on his lap and tell him what I wanted for Christmas, but he looked hungry and I wasn’t having it.I’ll get my own toys.
We pedaled through the Haight-Ashbury District of San Francisco and found the apartment where Jimi Hendrix used to live. Not sure what Purple Haze meant, but it sorta smelled funny around there.
My human was excited bout this place. Said a famous TV show from his childhood took place there. All I know is that the weather was beautiful and after playing fetch for a while, I was ready to take a nap.
What a Rufftastical sunset we witnessed at West Cliffs in Santa Cruz. We really really like it here.