Tag Archives: Bike

rain rain rain

rain rain rain It’s been raining, virtually nonstop, since I started pedaling south on the East Coast Greenway three days ago. I experienced nearly 90 minutes of sunshine on Saturday when I arrived at the Sun Shed farm. I was … Continue reading

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fog rain raw

Let the Clouds Come If yesterday was BRACING, today was RAW. At least early on, and for most of the day. Raw as in 40 degrees, fog, rain, and the sun breaking through for an hour and a half at … Continue reading

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ups and downs

the blah blah blahs I had “first-day-back fever.” Fitful sleep—and raring to go and pedal south and finish this end-to-end cross-country ride. Bracing! Temperatures in the high 30’s to start with an intermittent light rain for the first 2-hours of … Continue reading

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from the northern

Bike Tour Will Recommence… Tomorrow I am in Ellsworth, ME. Later today I’ll take the bus up to Calais, ME—which is on the Canadian border.  Tomorrow I’ll start to pedal south—from the northern terminal point—on the East Coast Greenway Trail … Continue reading

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bike trek update

What’s Going On, Bud? Yes. Well. What is going on with the bike trek from Key West to Canada? What’s the bike trek update? Weren’t you supposed to be back at it today? First, a recap for those new to … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 66

What I’m Reading: How much better it isto carry wood to the firethan to moan about your life. —Jane Kenyon / “ The Clothes Pin”

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the long loneliness

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… even a good man was more deadly than the worst of bears…” — Lauren Groff / The Vaster Wilds “Glück’s death marks a line break, but not a full stop, to a … Continue reading

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my own bed

Day Off Get thee behind me, New Hampshire—I’m back in my home state.You stand before me Massachusetts—I’m not a native son but happy adoptee.Bring the magic: flare—into your autumnal finery.I’ve earned a day off the bike—And a night (or two?) … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 47

What I’m Reading: “However, the most intense of all problems for the human race is that we are too many on this planet: nine billion or eight billion is too much. So we have to procreate responsibly.” — Werner Herzog … Continue reading

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a bike ride

Ride Apropos of nothingI’ll tell you I was born in Jim Crow Miami +Grew up in the age of white flight— When the ubiquitous bumper stickerRead: Will the last American leavingMiami please bring the flag— I lived the punk ethos … Continue reading

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