Journal

Apr
3

Northern Exposure in Nunavik, Quebec

You can leave the North but the North never leaves you.  It remains in the memory bank, dormant but ready for the prompts urging it to come front and center once more.  The memories I have from all over Canada’s Northern lands come to life each time I see a photo, read a story or listen to news from way up there.  Up there in a land that … more

Mar
12

The Baja Diaries: Day 3&4….in the cactus jungle again…

The winds calmed to a pleasant breeze, a welcome reprieve from the constant northern gale.  A sliver of a moon hung above our camp.  It was as if the man on the moon lounged on the crescent and smiled down our spot in the cactus jungle.  Cinnamon stick tea simmered over the small fire while on the side a bunch of mesquite burned to make coals.  Corn tortillas … more

Feb
28

Right To Play Liberia: Clara Town

I had no idea I had a namesake town in Liberia.  Well, to be honest, Clara Town has nothing to do with me.  Apparently it’s named after a woman named Mrs. Clara who was a good woman and did a lot for her community.  That’s all I could get out of the locals we met yesterday afternoon.  I’m working on living up to the ideals of Mrs. Clara.  … more

Feb
27

Right To Play Liberia: The Sweet Joy of Play

It seemed almost an accident that I found myself high in the air en route to Liberia.  It’s rare I dread getting on flights like yesterday.  Only 36 hours before I had landed in Florida from California.  Ended up in tourist hell after a week of bike touring heaven.  After 3 hours to New York, seven hours to Paris, Seven plus hours to Guinea and then the last … more

Feb
16

The Baja Diaries: Basic Human Kindness in La Baja: Part 2

Day two of a tour is never as exciting as the first.  This one was an exception.  As good as it felt to sleep under the tarp shelter on the desert floor, man was it hard to get up.  It was just before 8am when we finally got out of the sleeping bags.  Good thing we had no schedule.  With no fitness on the bike we had to … more

Feb
5

The Baja Diaries…Que la vaya bien en Baja California Sur, Mexico: Day 1, Cabo Del Este to the Arroyo Camp

There’s something about the bicycle.  It’s like a magnet to humanity.  Specifically, the touring bike.  The bigger the load on the paniers the greater the curiosity invoked.  At least that’s how it seemed each time we’ve set out on a tour.  The first day of our Baja bike tour was no exception.  Sitting in front of a burning lot of dried cholla cactus that made up our first … more

Jan
26

My Very First Coach

I’m going to the Utah Olympic Oval to watch the World Sprint Speed Skating Championships today.  The place I skated my first Winter Olympics as a speed skater.  The place I realized a dream initiated when I saw Gaetan Boucher skate for Canada back in 1988 on TV.  I was inspired to change that day from disfunction to function as a young person.  That image had me captivated … more

Jan
3

Life in the permanent off-season and other musings from a former athlete

  Me and my shadow out in the snow…         Patterns long embedded follow wherever I go.  Whatever I do.  Somehow I thought after quitting sport life would be a little easier.  At least in ways.  But no, it seems, these patterns simply repeat.  Patterns of punishment that go on inside my head.  Thoughts of unrepeatable negativity scream out loud when I sit with myself … more

Dec
22

The Letting Go

I’m beginning to understand the market for all-inclusive vacations.  The concept of everything being set-up for the vacationer is enticing each time Peter and I set out for an adventure.  At least it is for me.  Just why it takes so long each and every time we go into the back country frustrates and baffles me like clockwork.  Which is why I wax positive with this idea of … more

Dec
10

Canyonlands!

Twenty steps in and the trip was already worth the four hour drive from home.  That’s all it took.  Peter looked back and said these very words to me with a huge smile on his face.  Considering we came from our backcountry backyard in the Wasatch Mountains, far away from a neighbor let alone a booming metropolis, this was quite a statement.   Just where were we?  Canyonlands … more


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