But for now, let’s look back in photos from the first four months of The Random Way Home. New York to San Francisco. These photos are more of a personal account from my adventure and more of a behind the scenes look at how I crossed America. AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

It all started on a ridiculously cold cloudy day at Coney Island, New York. The starting point for this monumental trip across the world.

Heading south, I reached Washington D.C in 6 days. And my first 200 miles cycled. Feeling rather proud with myself I took the week off to catch up with friends and have a look around the nations capital.

One of the many great meals I had. A table of devoured blue crab from Baltimore, smothered in Old Bay Seasoning. Delicious.

A great find, thanks to my friend Todd. This is the Great Allegheny Passage/Chesapeake & Ohio Canal. This 300+ mile bicycle path connects Washington D.C with Pittsburgh. One of the many surprising highlights that I found along the way.

Trying my hand at a competitive eating competition. Here, I try and eat the worlds largest grilled cheese sandwich at Melt Bar, Cleveland. 5lb of cheese!!! I failed.

For me, the most exciting part about travelling are the new faces you meet and friends that you come away with.
L – R: Tiffany, Mike, Christine, Matt. The Minneapolis crew.

A world Community of Cyclists. I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who thought it was a good idea to cross America by bicycle.

It wasn’t always an easy ride. I had a few low points to deal with. Some of the worst floods in North Dakota history had to happen as I was crossing it. This is the town of Minot, The whole downtown section was underwater when the banks of the Souris River broke.

Escaping North Dakota. Doing battle with 30 (gusts up to 45) miles an hour head winds. In 9 hours I only managed 33 miles before I called it quits. “I’ve done 150 miles already” said a beaming cyclist who was sailing the tailwind in the other direction.

It was hard work taking photos and video on route, just the thought of stopping, getting the camera out, getting off the bicycle and taking the shot seemed like such hard work. All I wanted to do was peddle and get on with the day. Still, rest stops were a must and every 10 miles or so was break time. Here, fellow cyclist Graeme and I watch a storm front roll in from the South West of Montana, approximately 10 miles out of the town of Glasgow.

Lucky Shot. I nearly shat my pants when I was awoken by a monumental thunder storm that rolled into the small farming town of Chester, Montana.

Montana had the most incredible panoramic views. In some places you could watch gloomy clouds and threatening storms drift by up to 20 miles away.

One of my favorite days on the road. I will never forget magnificent views as I climbed the Going-to-the-Sun-Road in Glacier National Park. The 3 hour ascent up to the continental divide was hard work when your carrying 25kg of gear on a bike. But still, smiles all round as I approach the summit.

Reaching the top of the continental divide was one of the biggest tests for me. I didn’t know if my body was up to the challenge. Not realising that my legs had become incredibly strong after the past 2 months I surprised myself that is only took 3 hours to ascend it.

Another day, another mountain pass. In a week I cycled over 4 mountain passes in the State of Washington.

Washington Pass. Conquering the highest point on the Northern Tier bicycle route. It’s now downhill all the way to the pacific ocean.

3 months of not shaving can produce some quite interesting facial hair.  Other than it’s nearly impossible to eat a burger without getting the BBQ sauce all over it. No, the worst part about owning such a monstrosity are the flies that get tangled up in it when you cycle into a swarm of them. Mmmm lunch.

I have a love/hate relationship with the trains of the US. They would never fail to make you smile or punch the sky when they gave you a blast from their deafening air horn as they slowly crawled by, hauling freight on their mile long wagons. But on the flip side, getting woken up in the middle of the night as these monsters thunder pass my tent. Ground shaking, screeching of wheels and the explosive bangs & crashes as the carriages get shunted around, this made a very restless nights sleep on many occasions.

Ahhh. The simple things in life. Setting up camp next to a river and watching the sun set over the North Cascade Mountains. Solitude at it’s most pleasant.

It was harder to find places to wild camp in America. But when you did, you could find some truly wonderful spots you could call home for the night.

I had done it, New York City to Anacortes, Washington. Atlantic to the Pacific coast. 2 months 29 days, 4000 miles done by bicycle.
My first shave in 3 months.

Heading down Highway 1 in California is a great thrill and is a must for any cyclist. The crashing surf, the splendid campsite an abundance of good seafood and micro breweries to keep you entertained.

I thought once I peddled all the way to California I would be greeted by warm & sun drenched days. With miles upon miles of golden sandy beaches where bikini clad babes lay tanning themselves to a crisp. But no, none of that, each morning in Northern California I was greeted by a thick bank of fog until I reached my final destination of San Francisco.

Still, without the fog bank there would be no Avenue of the Giants.

Disaster struck in San Francisco. My nearly bullet proof/built like a tank Rolhoff hub wasn’t Random Sam proof. After 5000miles on the road the hub developed 3 cracks on the flange. But luckily the only place that can fix them in the whole of America just so happens to be in San Francisco. In two weeks time I’d be back on the road heading to the boarder of Mexico. Or would I?

Nope, this is where the cycling ends, for now. As San Francisco would be my last stop for the foreseeable future. Why? because Julie came out from NYC to join me on a two week road trip. In those two weeks we took in the Lost Coast, Yosemite, Area 51. Oh, and she asked me to marry her. I said yes :)

Yosemite Valley.

Married in Vegas  by Elvis on 30/09/2011.

And now, 9 months on from leaving the West Coast I find myself preparing to get the train back out there, pick up my bicycle and cycle home. to New York, with my wife. x

Stay tuned :)

I’ve decided to photograph it this way to show what our eyes would rather forget, that the mundane and forgettable views also have a beauty in them.

Random Sam finds himself back in NYC. But how? but why? Watch and find out.

Music as always by GrumB – soundcloud.com/grumb : twitter.com/grumb

After Random Sam reaches the West Coast he has to make a decision to carry on the journey, what does he choose?

The main man behind the beats
twitter.com/grumb
soundcloud.com/grumb

The man behind the theme tune.
Lee – grooveyard.co.uk

Random Sam finally sets his eyes on the Pacific Coast after cycling from New York.

Follow me – @therandomsam
Blog – therandomwayhome.com

Music by the most awesome GrumB – @grumb
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Title song by Lee @grooveyard grooveyard.co.uk

Random Sam takes on the Rockies.

After cycling for 3 weeks on Highway 2 he finally reaches The-Going-to-the-Sun road.

Music by the most incredible Grumb — twitter.com/grumb
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Big thank you to Aaron for the other song – twitter.com/AnAaronADay

Title song by Lee @grooveyard grooveyard.co.uk/

Random Sam makes his way up the Mississippi to Minneapolis and then on to Fargo.

Music by the most incredible Grumb – twitter.com/grumb
soundcloud.com/grumb

Title song by Lee @grooveyard grooveyard.co.uk/

Big up to Lee from the music I used in the second part of the vlog. grooveyard.co.uk/

Music by @scott_ramirez