FINDING FITZ ROY

14,000+ miles. 
18 countries. 
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Driven by Curiosity. Fueled by Adventure.

Lone Rucksack documents explorer Dani Bradford— a dirtbag solo adventurer and storyteller. In 2015, Dani completed a 4,500 mile+ cycling journey through 15 countries from Portugal to the Republic of Georgia. Her most recent project, #FindingFitzRoy, documents her motorcycle journey down the Americas— from Washington, DC to Patagonia. Learn more about Dani here. 

 

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In Which I Drink My Own Urine

March 2018 The sun would rise at 5:33 every morning, but I rose before it, lacing up my shoes and pulling my hair back into a tie. I brushed a few pieces away from my face in one of the long mirrors in the boxing ring. A moment later I was off, feet pounding down […]

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Heading South: The Return of #FindingFitzRoy

Honduras The sun is brilliant rising, warm oranges reaching from behind the mountains, touching the leaves on the trees and slowly making its way across the road. The pale shapes of the morning take form and become the highway, and I am no longer a shadowy thought but real, and present, and riding again, illuminated […]

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In Which I am Hit by a Truck

On the Road from La Ceiba to Tegucigalpa, Honduras // 10 AMThe rain that had filled the potholes on the red dirt road had gone, leaving only empty spaces. My motorcycle bumped up and down as I leaned right and then left, slowing down then speeding up, navigating the twisting road that followed the river […]

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“Beauty alters the grain of reality.”⁣ —The Goldfinch⁣ ⁣ Exploring where the river meets the sea. Change. #blackouttuesday “Cities were always like people, showing their varying personalities to the traveler. Depending on the city and on the traveler, there might begin a mutual love, or dislike, friendship, or enmity. Where one city will rise a certain individual to glory, it will destroy another who is not suited to its personality. Only through travel can we know where we belong or not, where we are loved and where we are rejected.”⁣ ― Roman Payne⁣ ⁣ Cerro adventures and healing knee injuries with @eliaspkfr #adventura #discoversouthamerica #medellin “The key to being a warrior is not to be afraid of who you are.” ―Tom Spanbauer
“We often need to lose sight of our priorities in order to see them.”⁣ ―John Irving⁣ ⁣ Hidden waterfall spotted through the trees while #backpacking #cascada #getoutside “... you know something is happening that will change you, and you don't want it to, but you can't stop it. And you know, for the first time, for the very first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.”⁣ ― Jennifer Donnelly⁣ ⁣ The rain pouring down the windows, cool air streaming through the small crack we left open to the world, we move the bed against the window and pretend we are outside. “Run to the fire, don’t hide from it.” —Meg Whitman “You're under no obligation to be who people think you are. Change, grow, rearrange yourself. Free and beautiful things always bloom and spark with no holding back.”⁣ ― Charlotte Eriksson⁣ ⁣ Laughing on the death road while riding hard and getting soaked in waterfalls and eating oreos and spending time with other amazing humans in the spectacular mountains in Bolivia, arriving at the end of the road completely covered in dust. We drank beers as the light faded and kittens played at our feet and I remembered something small but important— despite who we think we are and what we think we should be doing at any given moment adventure is out there— it’s always out there waiting to embrace us.
“Every day, live in a way that honors who you are.” ⁣ ―A.D. Posey⁣ ⁣ I climbed the Cerro, the sun in my lashes and the dust exhaling in small clouds around my feet with every step upward. The clouds hovered around the mountains, sunlight streaming through the holes between illuminating the thick trees below— I hadn’t cimbed the Cerro in months, I hadn’t felt like myself. ⁣ ⁣⁣ The peace and stillness of being alone—it was this more than anything, the warmth of the sun and the smell of the dirt, the sound of insects in the grass and the dusty feeling on my hands, that gave me hope. It made me feel like the woman I used to be was still there, shimmering softly beneath the deep exterior of a vast, dark lake. And if I could see her there, I could grab her arm and pull her out completely— I could pull her into existence through pure force of will. “... you know something is happening that will change you, and you don't want it to, but you can't stop it. And you know, for the first time, for the very first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.”⁣ ― Jennifer Donnelly⁣ ⁣ The rain pouring down the windows, cool air streaming through the small crack we left open to the world, we move the bed against the window and pretend we are outside. “Movement is fundamental to the Universe.” ―Anupama Garg “For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go.”⁣ ― Rebecca Solnit⁣ ⁣ The softest of blues rimming the mountains in the distance, the edges of dry earth crumbling at the ends of the canyon, the air dry and always, always, waiting. @misadventures_of_sarah
“She still preferred to run rather than walk, often mistook admiration for affection, and did whatever she felt like doing.”⁣ —Benedict Wells⁣ ⁣ Getting back to basics like muddy shoes while waiting for the new pair of hiking boots to arrive, peering out at the rain and the ruins of a fire and the city of Medellín in the distance. #backpacking #sleepinthedirt #motherofcomfort #thegooddaysaremade “... you know something is happening that will change you, and you don't want it to, but you can't stop it. And you know, for the first time, for the very first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.”⁣ ― Jennifer Donnelly⁣ ⁣ The rain pouring down the windows, cool air streaming through the small crack we left open to the world, we move the bed against the window and pretend we are outside. “The stars we are given. The constellations we make. That is to say, stars exist in the cosmos, but constellations are the imaginary lines we draw between them, the readings we give the sky, the stories we tell.”⁣ ― Rebecca Solnit⁣ ⁣ Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, and all the way back again. It took three days to get to this flight from the coast in Ecuador, crossing borders and cramming my luggage into tiny mototaxis, but seeing the lights of Lima spread below the moon heading home to Medellín made it all worth it. “Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.”⁣ ― Rebecca Solnit⁣ ⁣ Canyon exploring. Dust all over the pants. Toothy grin all day long. @long_rode_home

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