September 30, 2016 How do I slow down time, appreciate that the suffering and hard times are part of the ride and should be celebrated and cherished as well. The ups are as meaningful as the downs. This is not about cycling, but rather, life. My friend Jason told me a...
Sarchu to Jispa – Baralacha La and a New Friend.
September 29, 2016 Hear that? Nothingness. See that? Nature in its purest form. We are so good at making things complicated. Don’t. Today started out like most others I have had thus far in India: Up. Something is different however. The peaks are getting sharper, more...
Pang to Sarchu – the Gata Loops, Another Peak(s) and a Bucket Bath at 14k ft
September 28, 2016 Ups and downs. Highs and lows. Literally and figuratively. Nothing is easy here. The terrain is unrelenting, physically and emotionally. It will pick you up and knock you back down. Will you get back up? Even when not climbing a 16k ft, 17k ft…or...
Debring to Pang – Through the Moray Plains
September 27, 2016 I woke after 10 hours of sleep, sleep that was interrupted several times by the need to put on increasing layers until I found my sweet spot, and of course my star gazing. My water bottles were frozen. It was 630 a.m. I didn’t want to get out of my...
Karu to Debring, Over Taglang La – the 2nd Highest Motorable Road in the World
September 26, 2016 It seems that no matter what, wherever you look in this region, you are surrounded by daunting, ominous, beautiful, and inspiring mountains. They are so tall that even though the sun rises at about 615 a.m., it does does not crest the tops of the...
Losing Myself on the Leh – Manali Highway: Caru – Debring – Pang – Sarchu – Jespa – Sissu
September 26-30, 2016 Do a search for the “Leh – Manali Highway”. You won’t find too much, but for me, I found just enough to inspire me. It is about 440km of some of the most lose yourself, jaw dropping, intimidating, remote, what happens if…, inhospitable, and yet...
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The World Spins By is an intimate journey of loss, curiosity, and love—recounted one pedal stroke at a time along Jerry’s two-year bicycle journey back to himself.