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Sunday’s Walk on the Chilkat (and a few thoughts)
To live's to fly, both low and high. So shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes- Townes Van Zandt 7:45 am (thanks to turning back the clock an hour the sun was up, such as it is) North wind, gray skies, snowing on the mountains, feels like...
Happy Thursday!
Chip is stretching on the living room floor, pre-bike, and Pearl is snoring up on our bed. (As soon as we leave it, she hops on and stays there until we return from our morning bike ride.) And I want to remind you that there will be a gala ribbon cutting for the...
The Earth Moved Under the Bed
The earthquake was at 3:58 AM 49 miles west of Haines, just over the mountains from my house, toward Yakutat. I suppose on a clear morning I could almost see it from here. It woke me up with a jolt, and as soon as the rolling quit I checked to see if there were...
Goodbye to Glenn
It's a rainy morning, which means a day off from the cycling. I mean, why ride in the rain when you don't have to? We've had so many nice days this spring that a little rain is a relief. It's a good day to finish the obituary of my friend Glenn, he lived in Juneau,...
Sunday’s Thought
"For today, each moment is prickly with detail and can only be made sensible by love."- John Straley from the poem "The Map and Territory of Love."
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I am using an iPad, and the wi - fi is sketchy and I can only read about ten lines at a time in my text -- so please forgive me any errors and if you repost, maybe you will fix them for me? ... Oh I am such a Luddite.
Bikes and Books
Yesterday morning by 7 I had already pedaled my bike up to the White Pass summit and back down to Skagway. This morning I'm drinking coffee in bed. I only tell you about my ride to brag. I'm shameless, and perhaps a little crazy. But I have had a goal since I nearly...