It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
Have you ever looked through your camera lens and seen something you’ve never noticed before? Have you ever looked back at your life and seen a you that you didn’t expect, a new angle come to light? I see the humor in a tongue flick and smile. A dog’s version of bunny ears perhaps? I…
“The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you…
Saturday, Steve and I packed up our bikes and went to the trails behind the Rum River library because the ‘real’ fat bike trails were already closed for the spring thaw. The Rum River trails aren’t fat bike specific and have no rules except to stay on the trail during hunting season.
It was a mindblowingly hot weekend for early June in Minnesota. I don’t do well with heat and humidity – I get migraines — so if this weekend’s weather was any indication of how most of the summer is going to go, I’m in big trouble. But there was some relief. And no, I didn’t…
I didn’t post yesterday as I spent most of the day outside with dogs and fat tire bike and horseback riding, taking advantage of a windless, winter day before the arctic blast of today. Today will be a housecleaning and writing day. But, oh, yesterday…
I picked up my son from the airport yesterday afternoon. The first stop was a second hand store where he was hoping he’d find some decent winter boots to get him through the weekend. Unfortunately, this did not happen but he did find a pretty cool leather coat. I found a couple belts, a Santa…
