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"We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us." C. Bukowski
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Thursday, May 31, 2018
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Bobbie had to work yesterday so I would be flying solo. I was in desperate need of a summit and not just any summit would do. No, I needed a mind-blowing, Land of Oz, come to sweet Jesus and weep kind of summit.
Monday, May 28, 2018
So I'm sitting in my faux leather hearthside chair. It's early of a morning and my abused, aching legs are gently propped on a padded footstool. I'm half crippled from vigorous back to back days on the trail.
My iPhone pings; a short text from Leon reads: "Log Hill?" Ugh...
Thursday, May 24, 2018
Saturday, May 19, 2018
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
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.
Sunday, May 13, 2018
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."
Sunday, May 6, 2018
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.