Last June, I found myself prepared and geared up to ride the western half of the TAT with a guy I used to hang out with. He pulled out at the last minute, leaving me with the fortunate opportunity to ride north alone to see a childhood friend who was wrapping up his experience with us here on this earth. I find it difficult to believe that in 2017 we still have not figured out how to cure our finest peers of this plague named cancer. This was my first real attempt at documenting a trip, and the mood wasn't always in favor of filming, but I was lucky enough to see him off in Kent, WA before his departure. Two days of scanning the maps for daily distance and potential spots to camp, and I was off.