Longitude & Gratitude

Category: Moto Camping

  • A Town Called Allis

    A Town Called Allis

    For American kids who came of age in the Eighties, The Jam were a slightly off-kilter band. Not as iconically punk as the Sex Pistols, not as commercially successful as the Clash (my first true love), and not as sonically original as Gang of Four. Nevertheless, one spin of This Is the Modern World and…

  • Alone, Stinking, and Trying to be Unafraid

    Alone, Stinking, and Trying to be Unafraid

    Before undertaking an eight-day, 2,000 mile moto-camping adventure into the wilds of Quebec this summer, I consulted Reddit about the one aspect of the trip that was gnawing at me. Bears. Here’s what one kind Redditor had to offer in the way of self-preservation: “When setting up camp, don’t eat, brush your teeth, or pee/poop…