As a teenager, I remember spending hours immersed in the words of Ernest Hemingway, Robert Ruark, and Jack O’Connor. These … More
Tag: Gravel Riding
What Are They Doing?
It was January 19th. Instead of sitting at home preparing for an onslaught from Winter Storm Harper, I was driving … More
Waiting on a New Idea
Splish splash breathe. Splish splash breathe. The black line in the bottom of the pool passed relentlessly beneath me … More
