I was the third to arrive at Goose Hollow this morning for the team ride and I found Mark and Miranda inside, huddled around steaming mugs of coffee. “What’s the plan today, coach?” “Well, I was thinking of doing the O.C. loop with a bunch of westside stuff tacked on, but Becka is driving up [...]

Do you feel that? It’s a lull.  It’s a big-assed lull. It’s like the holidays hit and then passed and then dried up and now we’re here with this wind and that flooding. I wake up in the middle of the night and there is a bar room brawl in the tree branches above me.  [...]

I can see the dog’s teeth. What strikes me is not that the teeth have the potential to puncture skin, but that I can actually see them. It is pitch black, the cold winter trees of Forest Park blocking out the moonlight. Moments earlier I’d been alone and flying.  Descending a slippery dirt and gravel [...]