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About Blake El Explorador

Herein are chronicled the thoughts and meanderings of a Motorcycle named Lost and her boy, a wreckless vagabond soul who answers to Blake Golden El Explorador. Lost! is a Queeb with a drinking problem (no surprise there) but at least she doesn’t smoke. She enjoys turning distant specks on the horizon into towering monoliths, throwing her rider violently into the air, and impromptu naps in the dirt. She also gets a kick out of toads. ¡Blake! is a man-child constantly seeking new challenges, experiences, and questions (even occasionally accepting answers); he reads too much into things that mean naught and rarely notices things of significance. The photos on the blog are his creations, but in truth are stolen piecemeal à la Picasso – anything original you may witness here is completely unintentional. Ostensibly on a Quest to reach the End of the World, the two adventurers are taking a circumlocuitous route that from time to time actually takes them farther South, though never further towards answering that revenant mystery – what are they really searching for? They’ll meet strange and fascinating characters, see otherworldly sights and together chase adventures and horizons, borne on the winds of destiny and powered by overconfidence and undeniable wanderlust.

Trip Start: 2012-07-29 Trip End: .

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Sublime

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Today I reach the Grand Canyon. My usual indirect trajectory takes me through Horseshoe Bend, Vermillion Cliffs, Marble Canyon, damn impressive places to behold. With each new sight I am…
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The majesty of the mountains mocks our feeble attempts at shaping the earth; our greatest kingdoms forever overshadowed by barren, windy peaks.

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Like Santa Fe, all I knew about Denver was that it was called Denver. In deference to its surroundings I always imagined a low-slung town, fields leading away to the…

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