Buff3y To Take On New Zealand in ‘Buff to The Bluff’ Ride.

We have just received confirmation from the World Solo Bicycle Touring Confederation spokesperson that Buff3y The Hard-Core Solo Adventure Cyclist will be heading off to Cape Reinga, the northern-most point of New Zealand in September and cycling south to Bluff at the base of the Southern Island (*Aust/NZ Covid travel bubble allowing). So ‘Buff to The Bluff‘ is born. O.K. so the haters out there are going to say that a 3,000km ride is not so long when set against Buff3y’s 27,000km solo domination of the Americas in 2011-12 or even his 8,000km heroics through the length of the north American Rockies in 2019, but screw them. They are always trying to bring Buff3y and Taylor down as we are in the public eye, but we will shake it off.

Further news is on the way regarding camp cooking recipes and equipment details.

Buff3y Returning to Long Road?

The world of international bicycle touring has been flung into a state of cheek blister bursting hysteria tonight on circulation of a rumour that Buff3y The Hardcore Solo Adventure Cyclist may be heading out on the long road later in 2021. This outlet is not able to confirm the news at this time, but there are significant vibrations out there in the bicycle touring universe that Buff3y may be gracing some remote road out in some far-flung part of the planet and posting pictures of himself with his bike in the not too distant future. If true, this will be a major event in the emergence of bicycle touring in the post-COVID era, the ramifications of which could be earth shattering. A spokesperson for Buff3y has been quoted as saying, “Don’t know, but he seems to be eschewing the use of any vowels other than the indiscriminate”. Please standby for further breaking news in coming weeks.


Well there it is ladies and gentlemen. The ride is finished. Another conquering of a continent and another major mountain range bicycled into submission. The red line extends from the Arctic coast down along the spine of the Rockies, crossing the Great Divide X number of times before basting out onto the high plains of Kansas and then on into the swamp of Louisiana. It-is-finished! From Arctic Coast to Silverthorne was 6,086km and then from Silverthorne to New Orleans was another 2,383km so 8,479km total from top to bottom. Not bad.

In New Orleans I take full toll of the oyster bars for a week before packing up the bike for the flight back to Sydney on New Years Day. Loads of great food. Lashings of Gumbo etc. (although the Jambalaya is a tad disappointing I must say).

At LAX as we are herded around in endless lines in a manner learned, no doubt, from cattle ranchers. Am struck by the sheer number of gormless clots off to do whatever. They haven’t just conquered the North American continent on a bicycle. What right they to claim this space with me? To get checked in before me? Pfft. Little do they know.

Await the next exciting episode of Buff3y’s bicycling adventures.

All the way from the frozen north of Canada in May.

Survived the mushy stuff they call food in Texas.

Til I found a pretty good steak here on The Texas Louisiana border.

Then a scoot along Highway 61 for a little bit, before hitting New Orleans.

Louisiana Ride
Fort Macpherson51
Fort Macpherson0
Eagle Plains0
Eagle Plains0
Eagle Plains63
Tombstone Mountain Campsite112
Dawson City0
Dawson City0
Dawson City91
Moose Creek Lodge (D96.7m)95
Pelly Crossing (D155.6m)89
Tatchun Lake camping [km8.5] [WL362.2]35
Frenchman Lake Campground [WL341.3] 82
Drury Creek Campground [WL290.9]82
Camping east of Faro85
Camping on lovely verge78
Camping at lake side mosquito coast 25082
Frances Lake Campground [WL106.5] 17093
Simpson Lake Campground [WL50.5] 8282
Watson Lake DC6120
Liard River Hot Springs 0
LR 60
Northern Rockies Lodge65
Toad River 76
Tetsa River Campground. 115
Fort Nelson 0
Fort Nelson98
Camping (Bougi River beyond Prophet River) 100
Sikanni Chief – Cabin116
Inga Lake Camping 73
Fort St. John 75
Dawson Creek 0
Dawson Creek131
Grande Prairie101
Kakwa River – Camping95
Grande Cache0
Grande Cache143
Next ‘Ice-fields’ Camping100
Mosquito Camping (Hut)85
Banff: [Meeting with Howard Jang]20
Canyon Camping 95
Rooseville – Eureka, HA  Brewery, Grave Creek Camping95
Columbia Falls99
Storm camping89
Island Park (Chinese Hotel)81
Squirrel Creek Guest Ranch89
Colter Bay Village0
Colter Bay Village0
Colter Bay Village86
Lava Mountain Lodge103
Camping (National Forest)50
Atlantic City126
Camping [near A&M reservoir]90
Ladder Ranch93
Steamboat Springs (rabbit Ears)95
Colorado River135
Silverthorne 0

Johnson Village66


La Junta105
Garden city85
Dodge City85





Mt Pleasant97
S. Shreveport77
Baton Rouge140
New Orleans148

Oklahoma and Texas

A bit of a culinary theme this time as there are some real highs and daunting lows on the long-road heading south out of Dodge City in Kansas. It is time to brave the fast food heading south out of Kansas and cruise down off the high-plain along the straight secondary roads into Oklahoma and on into Eastern Texas.

Dodge City has a museum with loads of rifles and various other artifacts along-side a tacky little grave yard and the usual array of fast-food outlets.

Yes kids, 5,000 years ago Noah rode his Stegosaurus from Camelot to Oklahoma and started our church. Everyone else’s ideas are just silly.

A proper steak in Dodge City. Whiskey and a lovely beer chaser. Been a search for a good steak oddly.

One of the lows. Out on the long-road there is not always a lot of choice and the gas-station hotdog only just qualifies as food. No one has been able to adequately establish just what they are of course, but rest assured it is nothing good.

Had this one including ‘brisket’ in a town that I just cannot remember (they do start to look the same after a while – a Motel 6, Dollar General, Walmart, Gas-Station…)

Head into Waffle House for a major hash-brown experience that is great cycling sustenance.

Mind you, here at a truck stop on the outskirts of Oklahoma City the staff members are getting paid US$2.92 an hour there so better leave a decent tip.

Not sure why it is that the vast bulk of coffee along the long-road is sickly sweet caramel goo. No, even Starbucks are not out there on the more remote reaches of the long-road!


Buff3y blasts out of the mountains and onto the high plains beyond the Rockies of Colorado and onto Route 50 running eastward straight across Kansas towards Dodge City. Each day brings with it a lovely thawing drop in altitude and a luxuriant rise in temperature; a great relief after the chill of the high-Colorado.

South East of Salida, Pueblo is the last Coloradan city of any size. It sports railway sidings, buildings belching smoke and a plethora of inner city vacant car-parks and I roll out through suburbs that are best left behind as soon as practical. The fashion accessory of the season appears to be a lovely square plastic anklet (silently sending out its location information to the county sheriff’s department) matched with the obligatory urine-soaked tracky-daks. I stop at a gas-station (i.e. place where one buys petrol) on the way out of town and a couple of these anklet bedecked individuals are involved in some petty dispute which could end with anything. Discretion being the better part of valor it’s best to scoff down my Grade-F-barely-fit-for-human-consumption hot dog and get the hell out of there.

I ride out onto Route 50 and into the void that is central Kansas. Route 50 is a secondary highway that runs straight past field after field. My path is straight, the road mostly flat and the shoulder wide so have got to be pretty happy with that. On a few days I have also had a following breeze so the biking is comfortable.

Surging down out of the mountains and onto the high plains eastwards from Colorado towards Kansas.

The outer suburbs of Pueblo are where the American dream comes to die, inside this boarded up house.

Highway 50 is where the action is; the Santa-Fe trail out across the middle of Kansas. Forget Highway 61 or kicks on Route 66. Route 50 is where it all happens!

Beyond Syracuse I pass a landscape covered not with wheat or cows but with the parts of huge wind turbines. General Electric is manufacturing turbine blades and pylon tubes the length of a large semi-trailer. Row upon row of pylon tubes stretch out as far as the eye can see. Every 30 minutes or so an over-sized semi-trailer convoy passes me carrying one of these huge turbine blades or a section of a huge support structure. Yes, there is decay and the result of urban drift away from many of these towns. But there is also something of the future being created right here.

‘I can see the future and it’s a place about 50 miles from here’ (Laurie Anderson)

Those unfamiliar with the work of Laurie Anderson should, of course, have a listen before they shuffle off the mortal coil of their drab and wretched lives. If they did, while they bicycled across the vast empty spaces of Kansas they might be imbued with the same sense of something rich and strange that I have right now. They might share in and relish the void but also the disconcerting ‘alone-ness’ of being out somewhere between the nodes, between the silos, between the Wendy’s Burger outlets. There is a gas-station every thirty miles or so and the little towns start to all look the same.

The road now heads south to Oklahoma, Tupelo and Paris Texas.

“THIS AIN’T THE DAMMED LAKE ROAD. STAY OUT.” Best not venture down this particular road if you know what’s good for you.


Not entirely clear why there is ‘open mike’ at this gas station, in the middle of the day, out in the middle of nowhere. Best avoided.

Oh the sublime joy of tucking into a Thanksgiving meal. Especially after all of the service station burritos and burgers, this is a god-send. I give thanks to the lovely and generous motel lady in La Junta.

This is the ‘fly-over’ zone. Con-trails cris-cross the sky of flights going somewhere or anywhere else. ‘They fly so high. They’re specks!’ (Laurie A). Oh they miss so much not being down here on Route 50.

Hopes and dreams all come-a-cropper. Out along Route 50 there are more than a few of these architectural statements from the late 19th Century that the future has something grand in store. Boarded up.

An even grander statement of confidence in the town of who-cares-where. Boarded up.

A little cafe out along US 50 somewhere (with bicycle).

The great cathedrals of the Santa Fe trail, the huge wheat silos out here on the high plains. You can see looming in the distance announcing the next little town.

Southern Colorado (in Winter)

Well, it’s not easy being me, as no one in particular said ever. Charged with the heavy responsibility of having to head off on the long-road periodically to service my legion fans on buff3ysbicyclingblog.info, I find myself back in Colorado resuming the ride south through the USA. And for reasons best known to someone of more perfect mind, I’m doing this during the northern Winter.

I’m heading south through Colorado and then towards New Orleans in Louisiana and there is a little bit of pedaling at altitude to be done before I get through the Rockies and down below 1,000m then on to the delta.

The road starts at the curiously named ‘Luxury Inn’ in Silverthorne situated just to the west of Denver then heads south through the remainder of the Rocky Mountains, now with the addition of snow and wind chill.

Silverthorne to Pueblo Colorado

Not a lot of road-shoulder to work with up on the 3,500m Hoosier Pass

South of the ski resort town of Brechenridge, the 3,500m Hoosier Pass turns into a bit of a nightmare when a snow storm rolls through and the temperature plummets. I am far from having the touring leg condition back and it is a very cold and miserable ride (then push) up and somewhere near the top the water-bottles are frozen, the hands are numb and the vision starts to blur. Just beyond the peak is the tiny hamlet of Alma where the owner of the general store phones a friend who runs an AirBnB around the corner. This is heaven-send as this particular cyclist was never going to make it the 10km down to the little town of Fairplay.

Magnificent coffee and breakfast in the town of Fairplay just beyond the 3,500m Hoosier Pass. Lovely lovely coffee and delicious ‘high country special’ (mass of eggs, sausage and hash-browns).

When riding into Salida (pronounced Sa-lie-da for some odd reason) you can smell the pot oozing out of the funky little cafes. I drop into the 142 Bar which is an equally funky beer-sampling place where you tap your card and pull your own glasses from a wall of 25 craft beers. I guzzle up to the limit and head for a cheap motel. The alpacas just outside town look pretty chilled out as well.

This town is referred to as the southern point of the Rockies in a brochure and there is an enticing road that leads south-east that will get me off the 2,000m high road and down through Pueblo and into the plains of Kansas and Texas, so that is clearly the road for me.

Back on the Long-road

Colorado to Florida (Nov 2019 – Jan 2020)

Well it is off on the long-road yet again for Buff3y the Hardcore Adventure Cyclist. I’ll be winging my way to Colorado on Sunday to resume the ride southwards through the Rockies. Will then be heading south-west into Arizona and then swinging south-eastwards along the Mexican border then on through the southern part of USA to Florida.

For the army of followers out there, will start the blog updates from Sunday after my arrival in Denver. Cannot guarantee that the Spanish pop music will not re-emerge nor that fatigue-induced delirium will not lead to more dodgy postings. You have been warned.

The Co-Motion is having a break and I’m taking the Hilite titanium Pinion 18 speed bike out for a little 3,000km spin. Have reduced the pack size and am now trialing a semi-bike-packing set-up, dispensing with the front panniers, hanging smaller light-weight packs from the rear rack and sporting the Ortleib frame pack, handlebar roll and handlebar bag.

Photos from the bicycle touring vault:

I’ve been scanning a bunch of old slide photographs and found some from bicycle trips in 1993 (China, Tibet, Nepal and India) and 1997 (Netherlands to India). Here are a few that I quite like:

In Lhasa, Tibet in 1993. Spent a couple of weeks there getting used to the altitude before the ride across the plateau (4,000m over four 5,000m+ passes)

Barren road across the Tibetan passes 1993.

Inside a Tibetan monastery.

This is the first bike I toured on. A Japanese ‘Cannondale’ knock-off, got me across the four 5,000m+ passes between Lhasa and Varanasi.

The mountain bike in Tibet 1993. The ride across the Tibetan plateau and down into Nepal and India. The derailleur snapped in two so did a good bit of it stuck in one gear (then chased down a Canadian chap who had a spare one in his pannier).

In Azerbaijan in 1997. Bike was a Bianchi road bike (with foam suspension on front). I had spray painted black and brown because the Turks convinced me that it would be stolen when I went into Georgia. It didn’t get stolen in Georgia.

I snapped this little girl off the back of the bike in Nepal in 1993; an explosion of green framing the girl’s face.

Road-scape in western China 1997.

Road-testing the horses at Kashgar market in far -western China. One of the great markets of the world for mine. These guys were just charging up and down to kick the tyres on a new horse.


It has been 6,000km and three months since I dipped the wheels in the frozen Arctic Ocean in far northern Canada. Three months of following the magnificent Rockies day after day. And this day I pack up the bike and head to the airport in Denver finishing this leg of the trip. Sad to be joining the throngs of sheep standing in lines to get processed onto a flight. But this is the sad reality of finishing a bike trip – the surrender in returning to drab wretched reality.

The Colorado leg was a quick blast through some lovely mountain scenery over one or two big passes culminating in the final day’s ride up and over the Vail pass and a plunge down to Silverthorne, the last town on this trip. Stayed at the Ladder Ranch as I crossed into Colorado from Wyoming then down to the Colorado River two days before and blew a front tyre out coming down a track at a rate of knots, the first real bike issue of the whole trip. Had the opportunity to stop over in Steamboat Springs earlier and stay at the charming throw-back motel, The Rabbit Ears Motel.

So it is finished for the next month or so while I attend to some business in Australia etc. I’m a good bit skinnier than when I started out. I’m feeling fit from the 8-10 hour rides each day, eating three times my usual food and drinking litres of water each day. It is always an adjustment going back to a relatively sedentary life.

Hmmm, but I do have this return air-ticket to Denver…….

Wyoming gets all philosophical like along the road just south of Rawlins.

Landscape starts to ramp up a bit out of the Wyoming arid basin into the Rockies again.

The Rabbit Ears Motel had the advantage of a hot-spring just across the road.

The Rabbit sign at night. Hauntingly beautiful.

From the top of the Vail pass, a big rise on the last day of riding came to 135km with 2,000m of climbing. Happily there was a bike track for the ride over this pass.

Not sure why the brilliant SPAM in a packet has not caught on. Gone are the twisty-open cans to access the magic gunk.


The trail now dips southeast into Wyoming. Away from the forests and the tourist fleecing activity of the Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks I ride into the badlands of the arid Wyoming basin. The locals say that the rivers and streams that go into the basin don’t come out and water supply becomes a bit of an issue at times as some of the reported watering holes turn out to be dry. Yet the arid landscape is very beautiful if you are into barren voids. There is a photo below of one of the majestic storms that careen across the basin each afternoon. As one of these storms bore down on me one evening I actually had to hang onto the tent (again) against the wind and capture the water off the tent to filter and drink (which I’m glad no one caught on camera).

Grand Teton National Park just south of Yellowstone has some lovely scenery.

In Grand Teton National Park

The best coffee in a long time is in the lovely trekking, coffee and brewery town of Pinedale in Wyoming.

Washboard shakes things up a bit.

Not a lot out here apart from a few ‘tax cows’.

Saw this lovely Co-Motion tandem heading into the basin at Boulder.

Colter Bay to Lava Mountain Lodge 86km

Lava Mountain to Camping 103km

Camping to Pinedale 50km

Pinedale to Atlantic City 160km

Atlantic City to A&M Reservoir 126km

Reservoir to Rawlins 90km