Author Archives: Paul Dorr

It is 0700 here, in Plano, TX. Clint is sleeping soundly, perhaps dreaming of future Solo adventures or his new bike or any number of things that an eighteen year old boy dreams of. I have brewed a pot of coffee and am enjoying the aroma as it fills the hotel room that we are in. Coffee in bed, a true luxury. Thanks to our hosts, Ben and Sherri, Clint and I are feeling like … Continue reading →

An hours ride by car, days ride by bike, and if you are marching it, it takes several days. At one time Route 80, or the “Dixie Highway”, ran from Tybee Island, South Carolina to San Diego, California. It has seen many events along its thousands of miles of asphalt. It now no longer spans the country but finds it’s terminus in Dallas, Texas. The route between Selma to Montgomery is around fifty miles, but … Continue reading →

We pulled into Milledgeville and stopped in for a visit at the local bike shop, Oconee Outfitters.  Andy, the owner,  is a nice young man and even though we were not there to buy anything he was just as happy to hear about our trip and talk shop.     A place to access the internet was our next stop as we needed to retrieve phone numbers of our contact in Milledgeville. The local coffee house gave … Continue reading →

The sun is out, and the sky is a bright blue, but the thermometer is showing little signs of moving much beyond freezing. An Alberta clipper has dipped far into the southern states and even Miami Florida is feeling its grip. We spent last night camped off highway just a few hours ride from Milledgeville,GA. It was warmer that evening than it had been in a few weeks and Clint and I, rather than immediately … Continue reading →

It remained cool all day, and that evening, feeling chilled, I crawled into my sleeping bag while Clint cooked the evening meal. He brought me a hot bowl of Ramen noodles with an extra splash of Blaines hot sauce for good measure. Soon I was warm as toast and I slept well all night. Thanks Clint. Another cold morning with temperatures well below freezing. We cooked our usual hot cereal and enjoyed a pot of … Continue reading →

Lately the nights have become much more bitter and frozen. We are waking to frost glazed onto the inside of our tents and frozen water bottles. Our days are taking much longer to warm and I find we are victims of wind burn. Although we are biking through a cold front we realize that we still have two more months of cold winter. Already I notice circulation improving in my hands and feet from the … Continue reading →

After two months of working our way south, down the eastern seaboard, Team Bowditch has made the turn west and has crossed the fault line. The kindness and generosity of so many people have made the beginning of this trip a great experience and we both look forward to the adventures of the road and chance meetings as we make our push west. We could not possibly thank all the people that have helped us … Continue reading →

We are often asked during our travels why we decided to do a bicycle trip in the winter and what is the origin of our name, Team Bowditch. One evening during spring outfitting, I was at the computer, reading some comments and questions on a Facebook group devoted to bike touring. One of the questions from a young man from Mansfield, MA was about picking and choosing routes and overall costs of a cross country trip. Having … Continue reading →

Clint and I searched around Bristol for a place to pitch our tent and toward dusk we found, what we thought,was a nice little spot in a small park near a pond.  Tent set up and dinner eaten we read bike magazines before falling asleep. The rain started just after we went to bed but I had taken advantage of our time in East Haddam to reseal the bottom in hopes of keeping us dry.  … Continue reading →

Crossing the swing bridge in East Haddem we set out for middletown with plans to stop at the Peddle Power bike shop.  Passing through Haddam we stopped for a look at the Thankful Arnold house.  As we were looking at the beautiful herb garden in the yard a women who was working on decorating the house for the coming holidays invited us in for a private tour. The Arnolds ran a store in the lower … Continue reading →