cycling

Typically it just takes a quick glance at the forecast to satisfy my scant informational needs, having embraced minimalism in my planning strategies many years…

Rolling down my driveway under dark, gray skies with a 40-degree breeze blowing right down my neck and watering my eyes even behind my fogging sunglasses, I…

Each morning Mount Bailey stands silently in the shadows across the still waters of Diamond Lake until the sunlight slowly slides from its peak to its base,…

Chugging up the gentle railroad grade of my latest favorite rail-trail at a rather brisk pace, I slow to cross a wooden trestle over the quiet highway to…

A canopy of skyscraper Sitka Spruce reaches across the road toward each other as if I entered a calm, silent cathedral as I wind uphill through the thick rain…

By John Rezell High noon in Idaho’s West Mountains the baking summer sun sends the temperature soaring to triple digits as I settle into a steady rhythm…

THUMP-bump! THUMP-bump! THUMP-bump! THUMP-bump! My highly-elevated heart-rate pounded vehemently in my head, my temples throbbing and my eyes stinging from…

Deep in the grips of a Wisconsin winter when summer feels an eternity away, the daydreamers emerge from their hibernation and gaze off into space. That…

Life’s mysteries tend to whip my imagination into frenzies, which pretty much can be expected for a writer, dreamer and obsessive optimist like me. Mother…

Ah, young love. You know what I’m talking about. That phase when you just can’t get enough, and you want more, more, more! Not much can compare to falling…