Riding a bicycle that has bags loaded over two racks, things strapped, stuffed, and dangling off of nearly every inch of empty space draws a certain amount of attention from locals. Frequently, we are asked about our destination, the weight … Continue reading
I write throwing sidelong glances at a tiny screen, one leg crossed over the other, one foot stuck through the spokes of the back wheel of my bicycle, with my back against one of those new refrigerators designed to look … Continue reading
The Carpathians; inhabited largely by tradition, cattle farmers , wild berries and the ever present cool mountain fog. We climb into the heart of Ukraine’s only mountain range, and frolic along its highest ridgeline, by way of steep, curly, and … Continue reading
I must admit I have been dedicating a lot of time to practicing the art of procrastination in regard to this particular report. I have been attempting to convince myself that tomorrow, the next day, the words I require will … Continue reading
A large part of my partner’s and my time during the weeks leading to our upcoming Finnish excursion is being passed in the way of food dehydration. We have been constantly cutting, peeling, chopping, washing or cooking vegetables, legumes, and … Continue reading
After throwing wads of cash at my favorite local and highly underrated gear shop and an incredibly lucky streak of weather, I am finally outfitted to play in the snow instead of just dream of it. I live in a … Continue reading
For the previous three Thanksgiving seasons, a few friends and I have traveled to Alabama in order to spend some quality time with our favorite southern family, the sweet, sweet Cooks of Birmingham. The tradition began as a focused climbing trip designed … Continue reading
I stand resting both hands on the swollen wood before me as if bracing myself, watching thin roves of fog slip from their matron bulk and race away. The delayed and dulled roar of the mighty New below mingles with … Continue reading
While en route, on foot, to the library my stomach begins the sporadic fluttering I know so well to be nerves. I plant myself on the front steps and search for the small blue hatchback my partner has driven 12 … Continue reading
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