“I’m a little nervous,” I said in the parking lot. The ice and hard snow under foot felt foreign beneath stiff ski boots that hadn’t seen these ten toes for a decade. Slippery, and cold, I fumbled with my gear as a novice. I know myself. I know that I will push my ability until […]
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Just 40 miles into the day, heavy rain forced me to stop turning over the pedals—welcome to Hanksville, Utah. I stayed dry in my tent and read some Doug Adams to pass the time but by nightfall, an electric light show joined the rainfall and robbed me of any sound sleep. Is this the lightning […]
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I was a broken man by the time I crested Wolfcreek Pass Colorado, 10,857ft. Nine days and just about 1000 miles into my journey east. Both Achilles’s tendons were swollen as wide as my ankles while the attendant pain narrowed to a point and stabbed each pedal stroke with a seared flesh kind of misery. It […]
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Tom Schmottlach and I were at it again. This time, to see to a dream of exploring a Sierra-sized chunk of granite that sits high above South Lake, 14 miles west of Bishop. If its orange face were down lower it’d be a destination. If it were in Nebraska, it’d be a State Park. But […]
Continue reading →By the looks of it, the cola can must have been there a while, years maybe. The top side day after day squinting at the noon sun, its red color bleached now pink by strong rays, laying, praying for a cloud cover shade that might bring a drop of cool rain, warm reminiscence. What is […]
Continue reading →I enjoy cycling. I also enjoy my Ford F-150 FX4.Yup, Stock 18’s and a tow package. And my Honda VF-R 800makes me feel alive likelittle else. I usually get along fine with myself…Heck, we all usually get alongfine with ourselves…don’t we?
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