Many of my videos are helmet camera footage, taken mainly for inserts in my travel blog installments, however I occasionally shoot “short story” videos… a little of both are included below. Hope you enjoy!
Alone, exploring the rugged and remote Chinati mountains in the Big Bend region along Texas’ Rio Grande River border. I shot this solo, experimenting with the feasibility of shooting video extensively during my upcoming travels to South America.
The old Chisos Mission church in Terlingua, built in 1914. I escaped the heat of a July afternoon in the peaceful place, a singing swallow my only companion.
Riding the high, narrow road into the Peruvian Andes through Cañon Del Pato, Peru. This narrow road runs at 10,000’ elevation and contains 38 tunnels cut into the mountainsides. From this road one can venture on dirt roads over 16,000’ passes… which I did the next day.
Exploring the desert mountains in the state of San Luis Potosi with my riding buddy and friend, Hank. Just before he came into view on the video, a large rock twisted his front wheel and he barely missed plunging off the side.
One of the river crossings on my trip through Central and South America. The roadway had collapsed a few miles behind me and I tried, unsuccessfully, to get from Guatemala into Honduras on this tiny dirt track. Ahead, I found the road completely washed away and had to reverse back, spending an entire day only to end up where I began.
A moment of life from the road, capturing an image in a Peruvian village high in the Andes.
Crossing Portachuelo Pass high in the Andes. It was raining, sleeting and muddy with zero visibility and my moto had a blown rear shock. Long, hard day.
People have found it hard to believe when I tell them traveling 100 miles in South America on “main roads” can take 9 hours…
Making a fresh batch of “aji” at her roadside kitchen
The stunning and massive Atacama Desert reaches the Pacific in northern Chile. The coastal road is absolutely stunning in scale and beauty. I couldn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted, as I had a badly vibrating front wheel that had been severely bent after hitting a large slab of stone at 70 mph when an unavoidable rockfall happened.
It was a beautiful morning leaving our campsite at Galbraith Lake, especially after a bear woke us up in the middle of the night sniffing Fanda’s tent. The previous days had been long and hard.
Riding in the Yukon Territories with my friends from the Czech Republic, Fanda, Kaschka and Jacob. We were being chased south by winter snows and about to part ways near Watson Lake. The road music played through my headset made each day’s long hours pass more easily.