"The far off horizon impressed me no less. Once again, as in childhood, I saw the soft blue distance inviting me like an open door. And once again I was overcome by the feeling that I was not born for the life of a perpetual stay-at-home among my fellow men in towns and houses, but for pilgrimages...

Hitting the snooze button... Saturday, the second day of the back to back white rim rides started and ended in much the same way--with me lying in the dirt. I awoke groggy, a little sore. No, I was very sore. My ankle was inexplicably swollen and painful. I was snug and comfortable in the bivy sack....

I would guess that you have been there. Recently returned from a bike trip. Maybe it was in Moab, or Fruita, or maybe it was from Moab to Fruita. You pushed yourself, you saw new places, learned new things and met new people. It was, on every level, an epic. And now you are back home. You are sitting...

"Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!" ~Samuel Beckett,...

The Dewey Bridge was destroyed by fire last night. I am in shock. That simple landmark held powerful symbolism for me. It was, in short, a gateway to a new world. The bridge was a defining point on the Kokopelli Trail. Each time I have ridden the trail, wether in it's entirety, or partially, that...

“You should not see the desert simply as some faraway place of little rain. There are many forms of thirst.” --William Langewiesche Saturday left me as a dried reed. I am thirsty, and worn out. I have broke down a little bit since then, and find myself fighting off a cold. But as I put the day into perspective...