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At twenty-one, with no prior cycling experience, Laura packed up her camping gear and biked solo around Iceland. Since then she's biked across Colombia and Ecuador, around Costa Rica, and across eastern and western Canada and the US. She loves campfires, open roads, and the feeling of disappearing into the wind. Laura's stories have appeared in Bicycling Magazine, Outdoor Research, Communities Magazine, Permaculture Design Magazine, the Tico Times, and more. She is a frequent contributor to Adventure Cyclist Online and its newsletters.
When she's not biking or hiking, Laura lives in a tiny house in Massachusetts with a small family of sock puppets. You can connect with her on her website or Instagram at @laurakillingbeck.
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