May 20, 2021

ADVENTURE ONCE MORE!

After fourteen months of pandemic, the Rippers were itching to get out there again. I had been fantasizing about this trip for years, and we finally pulled the trigger on a 3-day hut-to-hut bicycle ride from Grand Junction, CO to Moab, UT, earlier this month. I mentioned this ride in my post last month, Adventure Time Again?. Well, the ride was everything I hoped for, only harder! We covered 170 miles over the three days, and climbed over 9,300 feet of elevation. Two of the eight riders who started with us dropped out after Day 1. I almost wished I had joined them (not really). Day 2, which on paper,…

April 19, 2021

Adventure Time Again?

It’s been over a year, and what a year it has been. We have struggled to find topics that don’t seem insensitive to what we have all gone through, and to how many have suffered more than we. But we are beginning to see a light at the end of the tunnel. At least we hope that’s what we’re seeing. Gail and I are both fully vaccinated. Numbers are falling in Utah, restrictions are loosening (for better or worse), and warm weather is in sight (notwithstanding the almost 30 inches of snow the Cottonwoods received last week!), which will allow us all to spend even more time outdoors, in what…

July 12, 2020

Maine Time

We are now mountain people. We spend most of our lives in Utah, surrounded by mountains. I have always loved mountain towns, and their culture. But both of us grew up on the ocean, in Marblehead, Massachusetts. So it’s a little odd that we find ourselves 1,000 miles from the nearest ocean, and 2,000 miles from the ocean we grew up on. Generally, I don’t miss being on the water, but that may be in part because every summer for the past 38, Gail and I have spent time at her family’s cottage on the coast of Maine, about an hour northeast of Portland, on the edge of a resort,…

April 28, 2020

Get On Your Running Shoes…

How are you all doing? We’re going on Week 7 of social distancing and working from home. I don’t know about you, but I’m getting good at it. Some may argue, but I believe that I’m a natural introvert. I am perfectly capable of structuring my day, happy to be left to my own devices. Yet, I would struggle without my afternoon outing. What is my preferred mode of transport? My feet, of course, powering me along dirt paths and paved neighborhoods. I head out with a goal, notice something surprising or beautiful. Nature rarely lets you down. Just today, for example, I gazed up in the hills and noticed…