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Surviving the Cold

Finally it seems as if winter is here, and while I’m a bit bummed about the frigid air outside and the brutally dry air inside, I’m a bit relieved. After all, this summer seemed, well, apocalyptic in its heat, and in the fires that raged all over the state. Riding can still be had–snow isContinue reading “Surviving the Cold”

Postcards From November

I wish postcards were still a part of our written culture. There’s something whimsical and nostalgic about them, something poetic in their paucity of words and dependence on images, and the fact that they are both private and public in their message. (An aside: I remember, a long time ago, buying a postcard that hadContinue reading “Postcards From November”

Summer Heat

Oh, summer has clothed the earth In a cloak from the loom of the sun! And a mantle, too, of the skies’ soft blue, And a belt where the rivers run. –from “In Summer” by Paul Lawrence Dunbar Sure, summer has come and cloaked us and all, and here in Denver, the cloak is madeContinue reading “Summer Heat”

Back To Back

Working out on back-to-back days ain’t what it used to be. Back in the day (i.e. late 1980s) for college cross country, we’d run twice a day for an entire week to start the training season. Running doubles. Around 15 miles total per day, and then on the last day we’d get up early andContinue reading “Back To Back”

What’s Been Up Lately (On Two Feet, No Wheels)

I haven’t ridden in a while. Real life has rudely intruded. Though sometimes it’s good to let it, so you can get the itch back again. In the meantime, I have polished up some riding haiku. I’M NOT SCARED HAIKU (Written after riding the Matthew’s Winters + Hogback Trail and White Ranch, Golden CO) LightningContinue reading “What’s Been Up Lately (On Two Feet, No Wheels)”

Into the Woods

Riding on Wednesday afternoon, the sky hung low and there was a misty fog in the air, and it was cold, around 50 degrees. More like the east or west coast than the usually dry, airy foothills west of Denver, which was nice for a change. There were a few other riders out, but notContinue reading “Into the Woods”

After Biking Up the Mountain

A cold snow is flurrying down this morning and it seems like a dream that I rode yesterday for over two hours, up the long trail of Mount Falcon, in the sun, along mostly dry trails, occasionally over long stretches of crunchy dry snow. It seems almost surreal to have done that in January, asContinue reading “After Biking Up the Mountain”

Nostalgia

I am a nostalgic fool, though less so than I used to be. I sometimes find myself lost in the past, glorifying it, deifying it, lamenting it, deconstructing it. And really, most memories are all pretty wonderful in their own way. Or lousy. Or happy, or sad. Either way, I guess you could say thatContinue reading “Nostalgia”