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”
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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”
Making Peace with the Marathon: Indianapolis Monumental
Indianapolis, Indiana: November, 2017 For the first time, the course left the streets of Indiana’s capitol, and instead led us through a park near the city’s art museum. Residential Indianapolis was temporarily replaced by glowing deciduous trees, caught in that few day interlude between peak autumn foliage and drooping, empty branches. The surroundings became aContinue reading “Making Peace with the Marathon: Indianapolis Monumental”
Closing Down the Northwoods: Wolves, the Sauna, and the Northern Lights
Ely, Minnesota: September, 2016 Unable to sleep during my last night north of the birch line, I walked down to the trees along Burntside Lake sometime just after eleven. I didn’t stray far because my mind kept going to the howling wolves we’d heard earlier so I stood there, squinting without my lenses in, lookingContinue reading “Closing Down the Northwoods: Wolves, the Sauna, and the Northern Lights”
Moonshine Water Stop: The Hatfield-McCoy Marathon
Williamson, WV: June, 2015 At one water stop late in the Hatfield McCoy Marathon I hobbled up to three middle aged folks – two women in lawn chairs and a colossus of a man with a walrus mustache standing behind the water table. The man told me I needed to try the cups in theContinue reading “Moonshine Water Stop: The Hatfield-McCoy Marathon”
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