Bardstown, KY: October, 2018 (Part two, in which we run at midnight in the rain and then sleep on a gym floor, is here) I crested the last hill onto the main drive into the distillery after running seven miles along a thin thread of asphalt through rolling horse farms, separated from me by hedgerowsContinue reading “Bourbon Chase Pt. 1: Making Our Mark”
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By Land and By Lake: Hiking and Kayaking the North Woods
Burntside Lake, MN: September, 2016 By Lake (Then): I much prefer kayaking to canoeing. The latter requires far less teamwork and you can get by as long as you have at least a foggy idea of what you are doing. Canoeing on the other hand, will test even the most ironclad of relationships. No matterContinue reading “By Land and By Lake: Hiking and Kayaking the North Woods”
Strychnine and Soulard: The Go! St. Louis Half Marathon
St. Louis, MO: April, 2018 The Metrolink was as efficient early Sunday morning as it was throughout the weekend. The last station before crossing the river was steps from the starting line and allowed us to arrive fairly close to the beginning of the race to avoid getting too cold, the temperature below thirty asContinue reading “Strychnine and Soulard: The Go! St. Louis Half Marathon”
Semi-Local Beer and a Psychedelic Jungle Gym: St. Louis by Night
St. Louis, MO: April, 2018 (Continued from here, St. Louis Half Marathon race report here) There is a large European-owned brewery in one corner of what used to be a bit of a company town. The name Busch on half of the city notwithstanding, the corporate beer centric economy of the city’s twentieth century leftContinue reading “Semi-Local Beer and a Psychedelic Jungle Gym: St. Louis by Night”
The Gateway Arch and Frank Sinatra’s Soup: St. Louis By Day
St. Louis, MO – April, 2018 Like Twain’s caravan takeoff point in Roughing It, many trips west first take shape in Missouri. I had been through the state briefly, at sixteen, on a trip to the Rockies and beyond. My family pulled off at the exit nearest the arch and we stood, necks craned upward,Continue reading “The Gateway Arch and Frank Sinatra’s Soup: St. Louis By Day”
Charleston Islands: February at the Beach and my Not-So Olympic Gold
Charleston, SC – February, 2018 James Island: I wasn’t used to watching the Winter Olympics accompanied by an open window and a warm breeze. In fact, I associate the games with being snowed into a college apartment during Vancouver in 2010. Roads were impassible so several of us made our way to the beverage shop,Continue reading “Charleston Islands: February at the Beach and my Not-So Olympic Gold”
59,254 Steps Around Charleston
Charleston, SC: February, 2018 Charleston was so pleasant, the experience so nearly flawless that I had a hard time writing about it. How many times could I compliment a place before risking redundancy? How can I describe misadventures when everything goes as planned? There are only so many words for wonderful that I fear IContinue reading “59,254 Steps Around Charleston”
Big Cats, Tiny Home: Lyons, Colorado
Lyons, Colorado: May, 2017 Thirty minutes north of Boulder is Lyons, a small town at the entrance of the Front Range, clutching the winding St. Vrain creek and surrounded by red dirt foothills. It’s tough to really describe the town but it had a lively enough main street that appeared to straddle the typically robustContinue reading “Big Cats, Tiny Home: Lyons, Colorado”
Front of the Front Range: Hiking in Boulder and Not Running the World’s Most Famous 10K
Boulder, Colorado: May 2017 Mt. Sanitas is one of the easier mountains to summit in the area around Boulder and is so close to the center of the city that the hike more or less began when we walked out the door of the inn away from the bright rising sun. The neighborhoods sloping towardsContinue reading “Front of the Front Range: Hiking in Boulder and Not Running the World’s Most Famous 10K”
Watching Bellevue Bloom: A Covid-Era Travelogue
Bellevue, KY: April, 2020 Is it a cruel irony or slight reprieve that we experienced the loveliest stretch of spring weather I can remember at a time when there is nowhere to go? Bellevue clutches the Ohio River’s southern bank and works its way up the hills at the edge of the basin. With tenContinue reading “Watching Bellevue Bloom: A Covid-Era Travelogue”
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