Monday, February 15, 2016

Goin' back to Louisiana



The seditious sights and sounds of the primordial Cypress Forest upend our civilized proclivities with echoes both ancient and malignant. Tennyson’s tooth and nail are sharply in the foreground while the distant, haunting echo of fat French Quarter jazz is deadened by the gauzy forest fog. I am reminded of humanity's slow crawl out of the wet womb of the ancient swamp, our lean bellies still slick with mud.


Friday, August 29, 2014

The allure was too strong and we yielded to its draw… We returned to Routt last weekend for more camping and riding.  This time, we sought out some single-track trails that will be closed to motorized vehicles after Labor Day (Elk mating season!)    On the trails we saw many mule deer and lots of elk track.  At night, we heard wolves.  It was eerie and beautiful all at the same time.   While we are quite familiar with coyotes yipping at night around our communities on the front range, the sonorous wolf is much different and unmistakable.





We took Forest Road 107 to a high pass on the Continental Divide at around 10,500 ft.  There is a hiking trail that runs along the ridge and over the peaks… that would be a strenuous hike!   The road ended at the saddle between two peaks in a large expand of alpine tundra.  A beautiful place for lunch!

Monday, August 4, 2014

Routt National Forest


The long dirt roads weave in and through the dark woods, then out into open expanses of wetlands and shrubs.   The area south of Gould, CO has a wide variety of beautiful scenery and a diversity of dirt roads, rocky trails, and single track.















We found an idyllic campsite adjacent to Jack Creek and surrounded by willows and dark pines.   After the evening rain passed, the wind died down and left us with a serene and quiet dusk.

















And in the morning, we woke to the most wonderful sight out the door of our tent; our bikes patiently waiting for their riders...





















…. and another day of riding!





Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Chicago!

The dark jungle sits heavy and dense on the sandy beach of Lake Michigan.  The earth stabs jealously at the airy lightness of the cloudy sky.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Dual Sport

The advantage of a dual-sport moto is that you can ride up your favorite twisty pavement then hit the dirt and ride through the woods to your favorite overlook!

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Pavement Ends

In hindsight, those multi-cylinder street bikes were powerfully addictive... so smooth… so silky fast.  I could feel it when the fuel hit; that surging, intoxicating rush.  It was not easy to quit that and I still miss it sometimes.  But I could see a dark, blurry figure out of the corner of my minds eye... coming for me... I felt the tremulous and hesitating snatch of mortality creeping and lurching its way toward the pavement, haunting me at the apex of turns and taunting me on every straight away.

It’s so much better this way.

Before, I would roll on the throttle and watch the horizon shift and rotate as screaming torque gnashed teeth and bit the leather.  Now that I've converted to sedate, single-cylinder dirt bikes, a tranquil and serene mood has settled over my riding. Such a soothing and tender acceleration... stable and planted...  I feel like a polite gentleman again.   I obey speed limits.  I signal at intersections.   I hear the red-wing black bird calling from the marsh beside the gravel road.  

I never realized how confining the pavement was.  What a joy to venture past the civilized road surface and savor the raw scenery on lonely dirt roads where traffic is sparse and serenity slips inside my helmet and relaxes my mind.

Go slow.  Have fun.  Smell the pines.





Monday, March 31, 2014

March 31st

In like a lion and out like a lamb.   It is 70 degrees here today.  We have our windows open.  The warm blue sky buoys my spirit and life feels light.  Scattered thoughts and ideas flutter the curtains. Knowledge like dust, blows through my open windows, depositing detritus on my keyboard.