City Market

Kate, my landlord, showed me a topographic map of the area between Frisco and Breckenridge.  Apparently boat loads of trails exist all around the area.  Most have loops, but the ones that don’t send you off towards Frisco or Breckenridge by bus stops so you can hop on the public transportation.  I wanted to go for a hike today, but by the time I found out it was already too late, 1 PM.  I want to hike Peaks Path tomorrow and get in a good 8-mile hike.  Hopefully nab some great pictures to post on here.

I did not do much today, but finished writing more of my book.  I really hope people enjoy it.  Regardless of whether many read it I’d just like to know that it gives some people a different outlook on life and make them realize not everything is black and white.  I really don’t have much of anything at the moment, but a bicycle, backpack and the clothes on my back.  The money I have saved up is not enough to retire on by any means and probably won’t last me that long, but still I traveled into the unknown and it all worked out in the end.  I am going to continue this lifestyle.  I made up my mind a while ago, but today reconfirmed it on my ride to the grocery store.

I don’t really even enjoy biking all that much.  I mean it’s a workout and gets you from point A to point B quicker than being a leather tramp and walking it, but just something about the scenery around me that puts me at peace.  For the first time in my life I found love without it being a human relation, which if you’ve ever read, “Into the Wild” he describes the same feeling.

I strapped one pannier up to my bike and went on the 12-mile ride down and back on the Bike Rec Trail.  The scenery, phenomenal, and in that moment I felt alive again like biking cross-country.  I want to continue biking for as long as possible, whether solo or with a friend.  I laughed while checking out at the cashier’s register.  He asked if I could swipe my grocery card.  I accidentally left it at home and don’t have keys because I don’t have a car or a front door to the house at the moment so he suggested I just add the small one to a key chain.

The Story of Biking Cross Country DE to CO

I explained to him that I don’t have a car or keys.

“Do you live under a bridge or something?”

“Well actually, for two months before finding a place to live in Breckenridge, CO, I did live under a bridge for several nights while I toured across the country on my bicycle.”

The guys head turned and he walked away. 

Haha, I think I freaked him out.  Speechless, he did not know what to say after my response so I just packed up my groceries and left.

I don’t understand how some people can be so close minded and this guy, easily in his 80’s, should be a bit wiser in my opinion.

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Brian Cray is not a cyclist. He’s not a hitchhiker. He’s not a train hopper or an adrenaline junkie. He’s just an ordinary man with gypsy blood in his veins, who can’t seem to settle down. Nothing defines him. He goes wherever this world takes him on this journey we call life, roaming the world, at will, by any means. He aspires for a life of indefinite travel, a tiny home in the woods for him and his wife, and any work that keeps him wanderin’. Brian Cray is a travel writer at heart, sharing his stories with the world one keystroke at a time.

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