I was sitting on a bench with a cup of coffee in Golden, Colorado's historic district, a short run of blocks dressed up as a small, thriving western town. The funny thing about so many western towns is that, no matter how nice, clean, groomed, and styled they are, the natural landscape is still usually... Continue Reading →
I don't always feel like it, going out, running, riding, exploring. Sure, most of the time I'm super-motivated. A large part of my work is being in the woods, and the woods are magical, but inertia is still a powerful force, and the couch is comfortable, and outside is hot/cold/not here/too tired/too buggy/too far. I'm... Continue Reading →
