I've found that I'm at at my most grateful while bike touring. I'll be celebrating the publication of Going Somewhere -- my debut book about a cross-country bicycle trip and a search for direction -- by riding my bike from reading to reading.
The Badlands weren't so romantic when viewed up close. Those velvety wrinkles, the ones that from afar had made the mountains look as cuddly as sleeping sharpeis, were just a bunch of eroding canyons. And the peaks themselves? Piles of dirt.