Nostalgia sweeps over me this morning as I cradle my coffee mug lounging in my chair and disappear down memory lane on my bike, with my older brother Tom, on…
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.
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It’s not that I don’t like people. It’s that I love solitude. Most days, as I’ve mentioned, I ride alone. That said, there’s something about sharing a special…
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