Bicycle Camping

Autumn Bicycle Camping Day 3

We meet only to part coming and going like white clouds, leaving traces so faint hardly a soul notices.   -Ryōkan   October 11th: Ocean While it never did clear up as expected the cloudy weather made for a much warmer and comfortable nights sleep. The night prior I slept in a stocking cap and socks, on this night none of that was necessary.  After arising I did my usual morning routine of coffee, oatmeal…

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Signs of Spring

  It’s been really nice of late and I’ve been more interested in riding than writing if you catch my meaning. However the weather has turned to pretty typical Pacific NW late winter/early spring – colder with persistent rain. Of course this doesn’t deter me from riding, but things do tend to be more utilitarian in these cases. However I have built up a backlog of photographs and reports that I’ll take advantage of these…

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Photography Poesy

Where the Sidewalk Ends

WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS by Shel Silverstein   There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow…

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