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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”

Olympian

There are many exciting elements to this summer’s Olympics, but for me the one thing that stands above all others is sprinter Oscar Pistorius. I know there’s been some controversy and the conversation continues as to whether his cheetah blades give him an unfair advantage. I don’t understand how anyone can think that, though IContinue reading “Olympian”

Acquisition = Good Citizen?

At our house, now that Christmas is over and we are finished cleaning up the detritus of plastic packaging, shiny bows, torn wrapping paper, and the like, we can play with our stuff. And, like most, there is a lot of new stuff. Yesterday, my two daughters opened around 12 packages each; we tossed outContinue reading “Acquisition = Good Citizen?”

November is Freaking Cold. Part 1.

This past weekend, I rode at a local hill called Green Mountain, which is ideal for November–and after the first snow of fall–as it’s open, treeless, and snow tends to melt from the trails quickly. I rode for around two hours, and let me say: it was awfully cold. My fingers and toes were numb;Continue reading “November is Freaking Cold. Part 1.”

The Weeks Slide By

How does time cruise by so quick? Suddenly I wake up and it’s August, and I haven’t ridden in almost a week. And I am already nostalgic about the rides I have taken, like the one at Buffalo Creek where my riding buddy Ed and I ran across this: A horse in the middle ofContinue reading “The Weeks Slide By”