1. 24 November 2004

    1506 days ago

    Metroactive Dining | Figs

    A man sets out on a velo sojourn around california with almost nothing.

    My gear was spare and simple, and with two bungee cords, I had no trouble getting it all secured to my bike. I packed a sleeping bag, a plastic tarp, some bike tools, my wallet, a book of maps, Thoreau’s Walden and, to keep myself presentable, a razor and toothbrush.

    Fruit abounded in Napa and Sonoma counties. I passed scores of fig trees, and thousands of pounds of fruit lay rotting on the roadsides. I salvaged all that I could. I strung figs out on fishing lines in camp to dry, flavored my wine with them and feasted on them every night.

    Hundreds of cars screamed by at 80 mph. There were human beings, like me, inside them all, but they seemed of a different world—a world fast, mean and powerful. Many people honked or gave me the finger as they roared past.

    I had been gone almost two months, had traveled 2,500 miles, but as it always is after a long trip, it felt like I’d never even been away.

    via Kjell Olsen1506 days ago

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