Bicycling Down the Coast

Biking from Vancouver to Tijuana

In 2010, without really knowing what we were doing, Megan and I set off on our old rusty bicycles from Vancouver to Mexico. We slept in fields and on beaches and in people's yards, suffered mishaps and mysterious pains, enjoyed a million heart-warming treats, got stung by scorpions and swallowed by giant potholes, and 2 months and nearly 2,000 miles later made it to the border of Mexico. It was the best. For the full story check out our post on Field & Forest.

Bicycling Down the Coast
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