My many years in Brooklyn gave me the opportunity to take in my fair share of graffiti. Some made my jaw drop with its bold colors and audacity. How the artists managed to pull off such artistry hanging from unbelievable heights under the cover of darkness amazed me. Others seemed like mere acts of vandalism. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that this Senior Ripper is interested in murals. The city of brotherly love, Philly, is known for its murals. I couldn’t get enough of them. Be sure to pick up the walking tour guide when you next visit. But still the mystery of how you pull off art on…

We are fortunate to be living in an outdoor paradise here in Park City. People who move here, like us, do so largely because of the lifestyle. We love to be active and outside. We have, over the years, joined our fair share of golf and tennis clubs, and have enjoyed the camaraderie and activities available. But when we moved to Park City, we discovered two clubs of a very different style; both totally run by volunteers, with no clubhouses, membership committees or initiation fees. One was the Park City Mountain Sports Club. Their website describes the club as a “volunteer outdoor recreation club for adults”, offering activities including hiking,…

Our summer travels are at an end, and we are back home in Utah. I’m back at school, but our memories of a wonderful time back east are still fresh in our minds. I want to share an experience that has resonated with me for the past two summers, Disc Golf. The adventure began in the summer of 2021 when I read about the connection between disc golf, beer, and cannabis in a free publication that I picked up at Trinken Brewing Co., a craft brewer in Bath, Maine. My memories of playing Frisbee Golf (can’t call it that any more, for trademark reasons!) in the quad at college came…

This summer is just too beautiful to spend much time at the computer, which explains the paucity of blog posts. It seems like yesterday that the Rippers were heading east from Utah, and here Cub Reporter Gail (CRG) is typing on the Garden State Parkway on our way back west. Summer is hardly over, but for teachers like CRG, August brings the start of school. It is time to go home but not without a few adventures along the way. The first, but hopefully not the last, was a last minute invite from the owner of Thesis, the maker of our bikes, to join him for the now famous, and…