Archive for February, 2009
I hate rollers. I’ve always hated rollers.
I hated them last year during the Covered Bridges 200k and I hate them now, at this moment, on this circuit called Sublime, in this town called Sublimity.
Cruel. All of it. I can see it come together.
The race organizers smirking while… Read the rest
You would think that the infamous Pacific Northwest precipitation would translate into powdery trails up in the mountains. That’s what you would think. The reality is that a lot of the time we’re graced with days, even weeks, sans snow, leaving us an icy layer to attempt to play on.… Read the rest
We were all sitting at the table, sharing food and stories. Fried anchovies, calamari and clams, all fresh from the morning, each of us telling his Nature stories. Glasses of cold beer, sunset over the gulf, our joy and laughs spreading over other tables. I was having dinner with a … Read the rest
It’s been hot–really really really HOT. I feel like an ant under a magnifying glass in this sun. The seasons shifted while I was away. The trades no longer dissipate the intense tropical heat”¦ instead it lingers about you like you’re constantly standing in hot soup. By 8am it’s blazing… Read the rest
I have always loved thunderstorms. I remember spending many hours, sitting on the front porch, my eyes staring at those giants passing by, unleashing armies of droplets, like millions of tiny soldiers. Canons firing lightning, opening safe passage for the cavalry. Winds knocking down any who dared to resist. The … Read the rest
It’s too bad I didn’t have the GoPro Helmet Cam on Sunday, because you would have gotten some gnarly crash footage. My season opener for road racing was somewhat less glorious and far more painful than I’d hoped it would be.
Barring some road rash and serious tenderness on the… Read the rest
Saturday night, I am watching a documentary called “El Rey de las Ballenas” (The Whale King). It was produced by MC4 Grenoble, a French company, in 1987 and is about Mariano Van Gelderen, a man born in Bahia Blanca in 1945.
He arrived in Puerto Piramides at the beginning of … Read the rest
Round two started off all wrong. I mistimed the paddle out, taking 3 or four in the impact zone and found myself way down at the ‘first crack’. I caught a fat, walled right and then paddled against the current down to the reef. Only just arriving to the peak,… Read the rest
The unexpected. The surprise. Time and space coming together to create a moment of bliss.
I had spent the entire day working in front of the computer – editing, uploading, writing. The night before our plans to go watch the sunset on the water had been spoiled by the wind, … Read the rest
