Downstream with a strong friend is a nice way to travel
This year has felt like paddling upstream. That sense of struggling against a current that is so intense that you can’t see the progress being made until you find a safe beach to pull off on. So here I am, Continue reading
Approaching Aiguille du Midi
Traveling has left me caught in an expanding web of magnificent eccentrics. Last night I had dinner with a pair of mountain bikers I met in Chamonix this summer. Though we’ve known each other less than three months, I knew by the light in their eyes – knew by the grin that started in the right corner of Tom’s mouth and didn’t stop until the left corner of Gloria’s (across the room) – that their latest expedition was a grade A sufferfest. A two hour bike ride that turned into eight, uphill over roots and boulders, through the viscous, silty mud that forms in the rain that really hasn’t stopped falling all season. Only a coke and a few madeline’s to sustain them. Continue reading
Mountain above Telluride CO
The weekend before last I attended the No Barriers Summit in Telluride Colorado. I went because the intersection of outdoorsy dirtball and physically disabled is tiny and remote and I was curious to see who else lives there. I went because Continue reading
Bionic Tumbleweed 