This morning, I gave up my day to sleep in to meet my friend Marci for an early bike ride. Coffee mugs in hand, music in the background, we drove the quick commute to her parents house, where we would begin our ride. The plan was to ride from their place in Williamsburg to a …
The moment when the sun shines through.
It began in frustration, perhaps even a tiny bit of anger. Mostly at myself, for things undone, feelings unjustified. I pedaled out of town, determined not to come back until I felt better, until the burning of my thighs and the pounding of my lungs and the wind upon my face had fixed whatever it …
Staycation.
We were supposed to be on vacation this week. We were supposed to load up bikes with touring gear and hit the road, going somewhere we'd never been, exploring unfamiliar territory. First the plan was somewhere in West Virginia, then northern Pennsylvania's Elk Country, then the burning ghost-town of Centralia, a place we have both …
After work.
It's pouring as I leave work, drive to the store, get gas, load paddling gear. By the time I'm done Evan is almost ready, and we load the canoe together, the rain down to a drizzle now. It's chilly and wet---the weather perhaps not ideal conditions for a paddle, but the creek is running high---perfect …
A colliding of seasons.
A light drizzle falls as we say our temporary goodbyes and mount our bicycles, briskly pedaling up the lane, then coasting down the ice-and-snow-coated gravel to the hard road. It feels warm---with temps in the 40s reminiscent of the spring thaw, especially compared to last week's single digits and below-zeros. It's warm enough that I …
