Traveling Hardaway

December 2019 Ok I need to open by saying its very, very rare for things to go as planned in Mexico —especially on the coast. Living in a place where none of your local friends have cell-phones and you can walk into any store or restaurant sin camiseta and no one bats an eye; its no wonder that punctuality and plans are more fluid.  Only guy in the water wearing zinc I was suppose to meet my friend Chopper (a local surf and skim-boarding legend) at my house bright and early to load up our boards and head up the coast to catch some olas. I woke up slipped on my board shorts and waited for a half hour until I ran out of patience then headed to the local coffee shop “La Bruja” (la jefa of this rad little tienda is Allison — a groovy, loca, ex-pat surfer who hooks up the free coffee in exchange for some celeb shifts behind the espresso machine).   After about my second cup of coffee I spotted Chopper walking down the street shoeless and surfboard in your hand, “Pe...

Heyo friends! New year same ol' Caleb --well not so much. I like to think that everyday I learn from my experiences and travels to become a better version of myself. Being on the road some six-months of the year isn't always sunshine and rainbows --occasionally the lessons are tough. This is a short but important one.  Embracing a new form of life (or a new form of travel) isn’t always the easiest and no matter who you are there is adjustment period. We as humans, are creatures of habit (among other things). Stagnation is often the enemy of growth —the enemy of a life of happiness. Sadly this does not mean that change is not an easy thing. I had only been living off my bike for three days and was already 300+ miles from where I had been previously been calling home —Grand Junction, CO. It is truly remarkable how much you will learn about yourself peddling 9 hours of the day. In those first three days of riding I crossed two state borders and two mountain ranges. Leav...