Biker Versus Runner: Ouray to Yankee Boy Basin

"Good health, peace of mind, being outdoors, camaraderie: those are all wonderful things that come to you when running. But for me, the real pull of running—the proverbial icing on the cake—has always been racing."  Bill Rodgers

A Twin Peaks Summit Soar To 3075 Feet Above Lovely Ouray...Then Just Sore

All the snow up high is bringing us down...

Rockfall and Cow Shit

"Walk, ride, run, paddle away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom."  John Muir

3,059.3 Feet: A Glorious Mountain Bike Grind Up Camp Bird Mine Road

Ahhhh, the time of year when Spring finally runs out of bewildering Winter surprises. Normally a time to set our sights on exploring Lovely Ouray's surround of High-Country. But these are not "normal" times. In the aftermath of a record-setting 700% above normal snowpack, it'll be a while before we can go off-road without snowshoes. Nevertheless, we haven't been idle...

A Story Untold About A Stone Left Unturned

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist."  Nietzsche

"Another One Bites The Dust"

I had all but put Moab to bed, kissed it goodnight and turned out the light. Then someone sent me this... 

Remembering Mom

I’m staring at a priceless and befitting photograph for a Mother’s Day tribute... gleaned from eight millimeter home movie frames shot by my Spielberg dad, Everett. Mom’s beautiful face and smile fills the lens of Dad’s wind-up Bell and Howell camera, a snapshot slice of Hilda Mable Johnson parading against the backdrop of a ’55 Chevy… both destined to be “classics.”