We escaped from the metroplex a few days ago and all the mind-numbing noises that emanate from the planes, trains, and automobiles; spewing toxic exhaust from screaming engines with horns blaring and sirens wailing. It’s the price that we pay to spend time with our grandkids, and while the constant noise is irritating, the kiddos […]
Greetings from Clear Lake / Kemah, the yachting capital of Texas. We moved the land yacht into the neighborhood a couple weeks ago and have been enjoying the location immensely. I’ve been out on Double Cross a few times but we’ve spent more time walking about than biking about. So, another ‘Dirt Diary’ with no
Another wonderful mid-winter day down on Galveston Bay. It looks like it’s going to be around 70 degrees again today, the perfect temperature for a walk. A morning walk, out in the bright sunshine has been the high point of our day for a few weeks now. We need to plan it around the rain
The Arctic Blast that put the entire nation in the deep freeze this week also put a damper on getting out on Double Cross for any two wheeled adventure, but it’s above freezing this morning, Woo-hoo. We escaped the Frozen Tundra about a month ago and headed south, expecting some mild sub tropical temperatures and
As we walked home from the gym on Saturday, enjoying the incredible Colorado Indian Summer weather, we discussed whether we should work in the garden or do something else, in the afternoon. Vickie said, “Maybe you should go for a bike ride, the weather is absolutely gorgeous.” It was an exceptionally beautiful day and I
I enjoyed an awesome ride a few days ago and was thinking about more of the same, this morning. While watching the sunrise through the window, I noticed that it looked exceptionally calm. So I moseyed out the backdoor to get a little closer to the action. It was indeed a beautiful morning with only
Dirt season is rapidly coming to a close on the High Planes. Morning temperatures have been in the twenties for two of the last three days but not this morning. This morning it was 48 degrees when I left the cottage on my gallant steed. Knowing that I’m only going to get a few more
We made it up to Oregon to pick up our little treasure on day 3, right on schedule. He’s even more handsome then we expected. Max was our first French Brittany and he showed us how incredible these dogs are, which is why we made a multi-day road trip to bring Xam into our circle.
No dirt roads lately – on the bike anyway. We did go on a road trip, (in the car). An epic road trip according to our oldest grandson, J.C. who went with us. We picked him up at the airport in Denver and headed west on Interstate 70 across colorful Colorado. Through the Eisenhower Tunnel
Two things that have the power to steal my joy; when I’m out there, getting my daily dose of dirt, are heat and wind. That’s why I like to get out early. The coolest and calmest part of the day is the morning. As the angle of the sun increases, the thermometer and anemometer numbers
I’m pretty sure that the Path to Enlightenment and the Stairway to Heaven aren’t paved in silver and gold or asphalt and concrete. I’m betting they’re covered in dirt. Many of my favorite memories are connected to a dirt road. Even though I grew up during the build out of Eisenhower’s Interstate Highway dream, it