Tag Archives: TISWIR

XC accidental

My most recent ride found me in peak “search and get destroyed” mode.  After several weeks of sniffing around for reasonable routes, I’ve begun to feather out into new territory like a slime mold searching for a new food source. I headed for my new ol’ faithful, Lake Youngs, east of South Seattle’s suburbia.  This …

Hotdog country

For me riding a bike is as much the smells as it is the sights.  The things you get a whiff of while out on a ride set a subtle tone to the whole affair.  Smells are seasonal, regional, and enable nostalgia. From the sweet petrichor fumes of my native New Mexico to the earthen …