An ascent is somewhere between a denial and craving for it.
An ascent is somewhere between a denial and craving for it.
This time of the year New England says something of itself. It’s the landscape and the cultural history that it encouraged that are the boundaries and beacons of the circuit.
Sneaking under late day orange light and between tree shadows, we’re on the right roads on the wrong bikes just as we planned.
Somewhere instead of cold and not, flurries rain by the time they reach the Earth again. Shushshushshush pedaling or pushing through the hush the slush the settling grey on a day when the woods are […]
A day arranged haphazardly, a text message, a call, a hand written sequence of names like an inadequate treasure map, a rendezvous, unloading the cars, bagels apples a third full peanut butter jar and a […]
Late summer moment grasp, just and merely, in between swelter and shiver, in between easy free and returns, in between dance and march (I like both), in between days all outside and in. Spare twilighting […]
Touring, none of them are, even if fondness for rewoven recompositions makes for wishing it to be so, even if the delight and embrace makes it okay afterward to say. And, really, merely familiar terrain […]
Watch clouds crouch over grey rock islands, Maine Coast Atlantic chill spray bow and paddle blade rainbows, miniatures of the ones above until the orange overwhelms them like us. Out of the boats, change for […]
The abundant snowmobile trails in the Green Mountains are decent fun.
D2R2 Organization Tent the evening before, 2011. The Deerfield Dirt Road Randonnée is the most beloved late summer cycling event in New England. There’s everything to like: 110 miles (~180k) mostly on stunning scenic dirt […]
From USGS Hawley Topo map, 1894 survey It should have been more obvious, and sooner, that there are two ways through distance and motion, two answers to the wanderlusting want, to be delighted astonished by […]
Must have misunderstood the phone message mission description, somehow under the impression that we’d load up bikes, drive to the distant trailhead, do the mysterious on the map long loop, back in the truck and […]