As a photographer, my career has taken me to the far reaches of the world on several occasions. But none of my experiences abroad compare to a recent cycling trip — pedaling through my home state, straight uphill. This idea spawned from stories of a trip my dad went on in 1976. He rode his bicycle across the U.S. from Oxnard, California, to Millinocket, Maine. A couple of good friends, Brian Mich and Rob Thompson, and I embarked on an eight-day journey from Camarillo, California, to the highest pass in the Sierra mountain range. We explored the regions that define California’s wilderness...
As a photographer, my career has taken me to the far reaches of the world on several occasions. But none of my experiences abroad compare to a recent cycling trip — pedaling through my home state, straight uphill. This idea spawned from stories of a trip my dad went on in 1976. He rode his bicycle across the U.S. from Oxnard, California, to Millinocket, Maine. A couple of good friends, Brian Mich and Rob Thompson, and I embarked on an eight-day journey from Camarillo, California, to the highest pass in the Sierra mountain range. We explored the regions that define California’s wilderness...
