I woke up Tuesday on the northern shore of Lake Minnewashta, water, town, sky all calm: I didn’t sleep well in my tent—not the lake’s…
Category: travel
After two days riding from dawn to supper, nearly a hundred miles each day, I made Monday a half-day ride, not quite 60 miles, from…
I woke early at the Arrowhead campground, struck my tent, packed my gear, drank a quart of powdered milk, and got rolling in the dark.…
Two conversations with strangers tonight, both while out seeking refreshment after bicycling from Neola to Storm Lake, Iowa, today: 1. As I walked up a…
My wife and I are going to hear the Waterboys in concert in Minneapolis Wednesday. So naturally I figure I’ll burn up some time off…
Thursday morning, before the sun hit the Maitland Road, I took off on my bike for another Black Hills ride, the longest of this short…
I fried, peppered, and garlic salted four eggs and toasted two slices of bread for breakfast, put on an extra shirt for chilly downhills, then…
I have four full days to bike, run, write, and walk the dog in the Black HIlls. These four days just happen to offer the…
I don’t know what the Internet thinks of my travels, but the pond butterflies at Fort Crowder shooting range found my bicycle (and me) quite…