And then we burst on it, a basin in roughness. The house used to be there, the well pump has fallen over, a tank, and furtive gravesite when just then a sharp light is a spear impaling my breath against wooden crosses.
Cycling adventurist, bikepacker, travel writer, photographer, speaker, professor of philosophy. Route designer of the VTXL, the Green Mountain Gravel Growler beer tour, the Silk Road Mountain Race course 1st edition, and many more.
Tag: Esker Japhy
The Monumental loop journal 02
We talk into the pitch dark night, that fluent wobbling meander of two glasses of a vintage varietal on top of the beers, flames low, laughing guffaws, tales finding finally a looking up introspection everyone else goes to sleep.
The Monumental Loop journal 01
Falling asleep on soft sand that I made conform to my body, looking up at uncountable twinkles, my breath clouding into the Milky Way. There is no where we ought to be, just where we are.
Fool’s Loop Arizona journal 02
Curving, arcing, up down big rocks babyheads sand sharp edges, tearing flora on both sides. Riding I love so much, slow crawling problem solving, hard but not catastrophic.
Fool’s Loop Arizona Journal 01
Riding out of Phoenix is interesting, hiding in the seams between development. Like visiting a secret orthogonal dimension world, where we could see out of it but few could see in. And then a barely perceptible slide then a burst into open country, the angles of constructed spaces a memory of an echo.