Fear and Self Loathing in Lovely Ouray

“It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are... we must always take risks. That is our destiny."  T. S. Eliot.

There are days when I feel like I can whip the entire world. Today was not one of them...

"We always default to self deprecation..."   Samsara, by Juliet Lina.

"Tapering" Sucks

Since being roped into the Black Canyon Ascent by my 1% body fat biking/hiking/swimming/running pal, Leon, ten days ago, I’ve been “cramming” like it’s finals week back at SMSU. Yes, just like those nightmarish party-now/study-later days of youthful lore, I stand before you naked and afraid and unprepared for a "test" I got wrangled into whilst heavily sedated with I-can-do-anything endorphins following a silly little bike race up Log Hill. 

Oh The Joy and Hazards of Being a Male Geezer

In order to race up Log Hill, Leon and I must first ride 16 miles of county backroads—from Ouray, through Ridgway and beyond, to a brightly labeled "Danger: Natural Gas Line" post that serves as a makeshift starting line at the base of "the Hill."

Escape To "Which" Mountain

You know that frustrating feeling, the one where you have a weeks-on-end aggravating itch that can't be reached?  Well, I was finally able to scratch that itch yesterday...to the point of bleeding. We'll see how long it takes to heal.

Adjusting the ole Seasonal Sail...

It's comforting in one's old age, to realize there's no such thing as a wrong turn when you don't know where you're going.

"Closer to Home"

"I've been lost now, days uncounted, and it's months since
I've seen home. Can you hear me, can you hear me, or am I all alone?"  Closer to Home, Grand Funk Railroad