I’m always up for a good adventure. At 24, I set out alone on my first international trip: two months in India with a borrowed backpack.

In October 2019, I gave up my housing in northern Vermont, put all my belongings into storage except what fit on my motorcycle, and hit the road for an indefinite trip down the East Coast — and possibly beyond.

You can follow my occasional posts about the trip on Instagram and (if you’re logged in) on Facebook.

The bike came with the name Midnight, which I love. Here she is on a 35° afternoon on Virginia’s Assateague Island, home to two herds of wild ponies.