All posts tagged Great Smoky Mountains

He looks pretty docile, right? But don't mess with him. Unless it's with Pepper Spray.

Mountains of Things/Bears

I know, I keep saying it, but it’s true, I’m cycling around America, H-Town (Harwich) to H-Town (Houston),  in LESS THAN A MONTH on a senselessly-complicated spiritual journey of awesome lady empowerment via the medium of Beyoncé (the bike AND the person).

Things are coming together nicely, albeit alongside waves of panic and/or nausea when I think about my lack of understand anything about map reading including how to decipher the code of big roads and little roads, and bears, which I’d forgotten about until the other week and have subsequently used to project all of my trip-related anxieties onto, so humour me for a moment. Read more…