Camp Lynda 2011 (Words)
The car sped northward. Into the storm. The grey and swirling clouds gathered above, but no rain fell. Behind us, to the south, St. George. Church Rocks, Starvation Point, Zen. My legs ached. My stomach growled. How long had it been since I’d eaten? 1 hour at least. Three days of riding with—no, chasing—national champions around the […]
Camp Lynda (Photos)
Words are still gestating. But the experience at Camp Lynda 2011 was unsurprisingly excellent. See for yourself: Tomorrow? More pictures. More words.
From the Archives (1/26/09)
This was originally posted on January 26, 2009. My bike is crusty and filthy. Even after I hosed it off. When I spin the crank a grating, frightening sound fills the garage. The dry, cement-like clay is trying to permanently attach itself to the paint and frame. But I am smiling. Despite the rain and […]
Zion and Zen
Sometimes nothing but the quiet and solitude of Zen can calm nerves and settle a rattled mind: Sun, dirt, and far off horizons. A meditative state: Zion and Zen. With friends: Blackbrush. Slickrock. And wheels to follow: The winter desert, still colorful: And warm. For now, at least: Small spaces: And speed: A lowland labyrinth of the physical […]
In The Red (video)
Music: The Sun is in the North by If These Trees Could Talk. Trails: Green Valley, Barrel Roll, Sidewinder, Church Rocks, Prospector, Stuki Springs; St. George, Utah Riders: Keith, Chris, Joseph, Kevin, Adam, Tim Footage: Keith and Adam Camera: GoPro HeroHD. x2
Dixie Flee
The escape was well met. Even if the rain also took a Saint George vacation. The trails were damp and tight and fast. The sky was grey, the sage wet and fragrant, the rock polished and clean. Fleeing the Wasatch seems especially well met right now; with a snowpack that is more dangerous than enjoyable, […]
A Faint Memory
March 2002. I was entering the spring with ambitions and expectations about the coming summer racing season. I was anxiously awaiting and anticipating the year’s first event, the Red Rock Rampage in St. George’s Green Valley–home to trails like Zen and Barrel Roll. But back then, I cared little for what else might occupy the […]
Missing the Red
Back in Yonder Times when targets were painted red and white, folks would have contests trying to hit that target with various forms of weaponry. Mostly primitive projectiles (since it was Yonder Times) like spears and bows. And perhaps an atlatl. When a competitor hit the white part of the target, which was worth fewer […]
