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It's downright entertaining how we change throughout our course in life. I'm tempted to say we evolve, but, at least in my case, that might be a bit of a stretch given my…
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When the snaps, crackles and pops of my campfire fall silent, the occasional hoots of Great Horned Owls echo through forest casting a spell on my soul.
Staring at the…
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By the time I rolled my 1981 Trek steel road bike into line, the starting banner stretched across the street in the tiny Baja Mexican beach town of Rosarito appeared blocks…
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I arrived In Redlands that early March nervous and anxious, not really sure what to expect. I quickly realized I was not alone.
Many years had passed since the Redlands…
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The closest experience I could compare it to was trying to climb Beech Mountain in North Carolina, hitting its base with all the excitement and anticipation of my cycling…
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As my bike weaved freely to and fro across the roadway, I glanced across the vast lava field atop the Old McKenzie Highway and chuckled with a snort of snot rocketing out of…
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Keeping my speed at a reasonable pace on my Saturday morning drive became quite a challenge with my heart and mind racing at breakneck velocity. I couldn’t get to Silverton…
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Manic butterflies in my stomach gurgle and churn my morning coffee and steel oats into, well, I don’t want to even imagine what as I remind myself what I have told my…
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Well, at least it stopped raining.
That’s the first thought I had looking down at my derailleur after the pedals stopped spinning with a jolt in the middle of the woods in…
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The perfect storm began oh so quietly, sneaking up on me like my Golden Lab when I open the fridge. Monday morning dawns and oddly enough I find no substitute teaching…