The harrowing tale of the Showdown at 5 Mile Pass, Intermountain Cup #3. Or: A Mayday on May Day.
The unknown distance to the great beyond Stares back at my grieving frame To cast my shadow by the holy sun My spirit mo ...
Ray’s Tavern is empty. Virg is behind the counter prepping for the day. It’s 11 A.M. I’m hungry. And h ...
I wandered aimlessly through the small visitors center. Posters, faded by time and sunlight hung on the otherwise barren ...
What follows is the entirety of an essay I have titled Paradox. It’s a little different than the normal things I w ...
An excerpt from an essay I've been working on titled "Spring"
Many years ago —it feels like an eternity—I rode my first solo 24 hour race. It was, in general terms, a rousing suc ...
