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Cabin Fever
This story first appeared in International Sidecar Traveller #43 April, 2019 Winter had been a long, dreary affair, with a succession of snow, cold rain, ice and more snow. Come February, I was done with it, but it did not appear to be done with me. Out of...
2020 Winter Camp
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Scouting Outing -Looking for a Campsite
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January Excursion to South Prairie
My brother and I decided to take advantage of the unusually mild weather and went for a little excursion into the Gifford Pinchot yesterday. We ran into ice about the time we ran out of pavement, small patches at first, then long stretches which formed a treacherous,...
Too Light
It seems obvious that adding a third wheel will increase the stability of your motorcycle. The realty is a little more complicated - it is all about balance.... [video width="320" height="240"...
Good Morning
5/25/26 6:30 48F (8.8C) Partly overcast with a breeze beginning. I got up an hour ago, to no wind and colorful strands of clouds stretched across a blue sky. Gordon is the president of the Forest Hills Black Powder Brigade, our host for the Rendezvous. He is...
Good Morning
5/24/26 9:00 Warming with the clouds burning off. I didn't check the temperature but it was a little cooler than yesterday morning. Around 4:00 I got up to use the latrine. Went back to bed and didn't rise until 6:30. Robert made bacon and eggs, with a...
Good Morning
5/23/26 6:00 49F (9.4C) Clear blue sky, just a tickle of breeze. Birds sing beneath a rising sun. A few cook fires are burning. Tea in hand, I watch the camp come to life. Good morning. ...
Good Morning
5/22/26 5:30 46F (7.7C) Clear , calm, quiet. 6:15 The critters are fed and I am on the road. ...
Good Morning
5/21/26 5:15 45F (7.2C) Calm, clear, dry. The sun has yet to crest the ridge. The sky is clear. No wind stirs the trees. The canyon is a palette of muted greens and blue. Riotous birdsong fills the air. The rooster vocally protests his confinement. My...
