The Olympics always make me think of Les. I wrote this a few years ago and wanted to share it on the Life Bus. The...
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Rock Climbing Italian Style
The biggest challenge with the whole language barrier is, when someone says something that doesn't entirely make...
The Marabana
Somehow, I never really connected that Cuba is a third world country. That changed before I ever left Miami. Which...
The First Annual Silverton Double Dirty 30
I sat in my car, watching it snow, as I chatted with my friend Dale, world renowned weather nerd. I was trying to get a feel for just how bad it was going to be. "Not great but improving" was about as good a forecast as we could come up with--Dale always emphasizing...
Switzerland and Italy – Part Due
It was fitting that the one day it rained, my friend Linda left to head back to reality. It wasn't fun to bid her farewell, but she had a family to be with and I had mountains to climb. It was equally good timing with my trip. A forced rest day between adventures....
Switzerland and Italy – Part Uno
I can't say I'm a big fan of math, but I've found it helps pass the time when running a long distance. Trying to figure out my average pace (without looking at the GPS), how long it will take me to reach the finish line or the next aid station, by how much I will...
A Crusty Butt Weekend
"Don't worry, I'll make solid steps." It wasn't exactly the solidity of the steps that worried me. It was the fact that the width of the snow onto which we were stepping was more narrow than my feet. The fact that I have pretty big feet didn't help my feelings. The...
Zion Not Zion
“I’m just here to see what it takes,” he says, the look of disbelief spilling into the tone of his voice. I’ve completed four one hundred mile races and I'm still not sure how to answer that statement. What does it take? It takes friends. That I have learned. I have...
High Lonesome Trail, Day Four (Aug 8)
Wes and I scratched our heads in puzzlement. Nothing made sense. We had to call a mulligan on the GPS and get our exact point, but it still didn’t make the maps mesh with what we saw around us. We pointed this way and that, wandered over one edge of the ridge and...
Road Trippin’ Colorado a la France
One of my favorite aspects about living in Colorado is the ability to share it with others. Sometimes, the fun of the Life Bus is waiting at the stop for someone else. When I first moved to Colorado, my friends lovingly (I think) referred to trips here as "Lynda's...
The High Lonesome Trail – Day Three (June 22 2014)
HEY!! I froze on my precarious perch. I was afraid to turn around, as much from a fear of falling as from what I might see. What I didn’t see--a gun--gave me great hope. Wes and I had gotten into a groove. Meet at the start point, drive separately to the end point,...
The Long Lonesome Trail – Day 2
It took us over a month to let the memory dull of the steep descent that would become our first ascent. But a cool morning in June found us back on Highway 6 at the random trail sign that marked the end of Day One, heading back up. As seems to be usual, the...