I first fell in love with Colorado’s, Rocky Mountains when I was just a little tyke. My Dad was born in Illinois like I was but his Mother was a descendant of a farming dynasty in the San Luis Valley, located in South-Central Colorado. We made the trip many times in my youth from the […]
“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece” ― Claude Monet The 3MPH Garden got a late start this year. It’s actually only just getting started, as far as planting anything’s concerned. Normally, at this time we’re already harvesting some early lettuce, spinach and Spring onions for a nice salad. Not this year, the wind kept blowing
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Since moving to the cottage in Emerald City a half dozen years ago, I’ve made a tradition of celebrating my Birthday by riding my age on the glorious gravel of the Eastern Colorado High Plains. This year I turned 63, so I had to find a fun ride that was at least 63 miles long.
I remember an old saying from my youth; “March comes in like a Lion and goes out like a Lamb.” It came in like a Lion this year but as March comes to an end, the Lamb has been kinda hesitant to show up. Vickie and I tried to escape the jaws of the Lion
There’s something tremendously alluring about old trucks. They take me back to a simpler time. The curvaceous, artistic sweeping fenders and aerodynamic accoutrements make modern trucks look boxy and unimaginative. Here’s a photo set of some oldies but goodies in their natural setting; littered across the high plains. You might as well enjoy some “Honky-Tonk,
They say a picture’s worth a 1000 words and since I couldn’t find any words this week; thought I’d share a few pictures. There’s something about old derelict buildings that draw my eye. I’m not sure if it’s the weathered textures or geometric shapes, but I spend a fair bit of time hunting and shooting
An Old Road Dog escapes his chores and hits the gravel for a bit of Winter Solstice wheeling. Thanks to global warming, on the second shortest day of the year, I escape the doldrums of my wintertime tasks to go pedaling about on the High Plains. The weather forecast for today is mid-sixties, with wind
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Hundreds of windmills, spread across the hill. Blades turning in unison with the wind. Our dependence on oil, they hope to end. But at what cost to our energy bill. Like alien beasts, littering the plain. Ugly, offensive, destroying the view. Upsetting nature and killing birds too. The new green deal, is completely insane. Just
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Your life races by quicker than you think. And it’s so much sweeter, when you go slow. Take it easy, get yourself in the flow. Enjoy each day, it is gone in a blink. Get out in nature, play, create, explore. The perfect vehicle might be a bike. Sunshine on your shoulder, what’s not to
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Many good vegetables gave their lives today, so the two-leggeds here, at 3MPH could enjoy, really fresh food. My mother is at the Cottage, visiting from Denver for a couple weeks and I’m having fun sharing the bounty of our garden with her. Fresh garden vegetables just make every meal better, way better. Ironically, when
I love summer. The garden has put plenty of food on the table and in the freezer, already. Now the real fun begins, as we enter the heart of garden, harvest season. I can’t wait for homegrown Marinara and Pico de Gallo. I like to work in the garden early in the morning, while it’s
The dogs and I went exploring the other day. Searching for the edge of the High Plains. Edges can be obvious or imperceptible, depending on perspective, topography and attitude. I’ve always been drawn to the edge but not quite sure why. One day it will become obvious, as I stand along an edge somewhere. One
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Vickie and I decided to take a drive last weekend. We’ve been holed up at The Cottage for most of the Winter. With Spring in the air, we decided to stretch our wings, so we grabbed the cameras, topped up the fuel in the Subie and headed north. The sun was out and felt pretty