These weren’t just any kind of thorns though, they were the dreaded “goatheads”.

We had dodged a bullet, both figuratively and literally.

As I pressed down to push the first pump of air into the tire, my tire pump exploded…

We tried to leave only to find that we were trapped inside….

The tunnel was so dangerous that anyone who wanted to go through it had to stop and sign a waiver….

I had to come to terms with reality…our bicycle touring adventure was over.

“I received results back this morning and wanted to touch base with you….”

“If you survive, I will take you on an epic adventure, somewhere cool, that you have never been”.

Simultaneously, her blood was both terrifying and one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

It was the literal light at the end of the tunnel.

Our good karma had paid off almost instantly.

…showering the entire inside of the trailer with blood….

I felt like the king of the world; the next day would be the complete opposite…