We’re grounded by nothing. Free to roam the edges of the earth in search of a night’s sky unphased by the world it encompasses and lay tread to the dirt and the rocks unscathed by others unwilling to test their soul.
A home away from home, a five-star restaurant, a shelter for our gear from the relentless weather, an office to add the final touches to our story, a quiet room for a good night’s rest before the miles of a long-awaited bike ride and the well-deserved hot shower that takes place after. Our Little Guy is the everchanging constant that goes where we go.
Amato G. Polselli