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Highly Irregular
This is an unusual sight. I’m sitting in a bustling Starbucks by I-25 and out the window a bunny rabbit just hopped across the patio. And now I can’t see him any more. A few weeks ago I rode up the Apex trail in the wind and got something in my eye and all night… Read more
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Early Summer, In Images
Holy cow, where has the summer gone to? Seems like Memorial Day was just a couple days ago. Wanna know what I’ve done this summer? (I know. I’m sooo self-involved. Many apologies.) Well, I: Hung out at a literary festival, saw a moose, watched my girls play a lot of awesome tennis, went camping, almost… Read more
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Spring and Robert Lowell
Ah, Spring! Lovely warm, green, vibrant spring. I’m very glad that the earth, as it always does, has swung back around and our hemisphere has begun to lean again toward the sun, bringing us the myriad lessons of rebirth. And yes, a rebirth of riding, too, since I rode very little this winter. There were… Read more
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What I’ve Been Up To
I’ve been up to lots, but not riding much. Here’s an attempt to give you a visual sense of what I’ve been working on, thinking about, and obsessing over, lately. Amen, brother. Tonight is Daylight Savings, and I’m so ready to get out there. In the meantime, I’ve been squirreled away in the basement, riding… Read more
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Yoga Christmas, With Sloth
It’s December, which means that it’s the time of the year where I totally feel like a fat, lazy, bland slob. I’ve been eating too much chocolate, too many cookies. And not working out at all. I’m reminded of my undergrad lit teacher, quoting Sloth, one of the seven deadly sins, in Marlowe’s Dr. Faustus:… Read more
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Cold, With Swan
I just finished up teaching a class on Mary Oliver, who is one of a handful of poets who make a living from writing. Her work is spare, simple, and melodic. Like another handful of poets, I’d say that she’s as much a philosopher as a poet, and therefore her work is primarily natural and… Read more
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Good Deal. Comes in Three Speeds.
Let me just say: I’m pretty sick of driving to and from work, five days a week, along the I-25 corridor. There’s the traffic, the lame FM radio that seems to play the same 15 songs over and over, the bad drivers, the jarring roads. Not to mention the significant car troubles we’ve endured lately… Read more
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Rain, and Change
The rains have come and gone, and now all that’s left is the aftermath. What have we lost? In many ways, after this summer of 2013, we will never be the same. From wildfires to floods, nothing gold can stay, as Frost said so well. When my wife and I first moved to Denver, in… Read more
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Friends and Fourteeners
These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing, If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing, If they are not just… Read more
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There Have Been Years
Every year I get to spend a week up in Grand Lake, Colorado, on the edge of Rocky Mountain National Park. And every year I sojourn back to two trails I like very much: the Grand Lake Metropolitan trail network, and the Gilsonite to Wolverine Trail, which courses through the remote Arapaho National forest. One… Read more
