Vietnam. As a child of the 60’s and 70’s, Vietnam has never resonated in my mind as a place or people. Vietnam was more a series of events, choices and consequences that defined much of my youth and surrounding generations. I contend that it is a well-recognized word to most Americans, but not a well-known country. Americans generally understand Vietnam through the lens of our involvement in a miniscule period of Vietnam’s vast history.
In early Spring of 2025, I was exploring the idea of going on a gravel bike ride to knock off the preceding winter fat. At 62 years of age, I am aware that I need to quit putting off the fun because of the practical necessities of the immediate. In other words, there are only so many chances to get out and do epic stuff. I thought about Vietnam. It seemed like a great place to explore by bike and a good way to connect with a place for which I had very little understanding.
I have enjoyed bikepacking solo, but always prefer the company of good friends that are willing to explore and get tired and dirty. My daughter Caroline and her boyfriend Charley have become some of my favorite riding partners. They are always up for bad decisions and laugh at the results. They are happy if they are well-fed, and they agree that biking is a good way to get from one food source to another.

















