Our ride begins in the dark, a quiet shadowy morning on the road. The chill of the morning clings to all layers and makes our noses run. We begin to climb, a consistent cadence that drives us ever forward. When we look behind us, the top of a peak glows pink, but the rest of … Continue reading
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Tales from the Hi-line
Earlier this year, the Montana State Senate made national news when legislators proposed creating a $25 “touring cyclist tax,” which would require visiting cyclists to buy a permit in order to ride on 2-lane roads state-wide. Senate President Scott Sales was the most outspoken about the proposal, saying that cyclists were self centered and rude … Continue reading
Hibernate
fragile light seeps through branches, illuminating webs and dust and longing. leaves remind us of the firey season which fled so fast. Continue reading
Screech Owl’s Song
I heard once that it is a beautiful thing to wake up singing. To test one’s vocal chords in that mystery which is the voice, an illustrator for sheet music. Before the sun has peeked over the edge of its nightly slumber, when the moon is till sharp and in focus, this is when you … Continue reading
Sprites
Prehistoric floods formed this land but there is more to history than just history. They walk in secret places, the tiniest places, unnoticed. Continue reading
Sanctuary
Amongst the trees we are safe as the sun strains to say its last words from behind a shawl of fog. It tells us secrets no one will know. You may also like: Feather Bed Shhhh… autumnal secrets Continue reading
Hidden
Is it fear or modesty? I stand too close to see her canvas, but approach slowly, in friendship. You also may like: Reptilian Tasting Flight and you may want to Read more about Vanessa virginiensis, or the Painted Lady Butterfly. Continue reading
Hello, sun!
Mary wakes early to greet you. Oh sun, teach us how to spread more light. Continue reading
What a ride!
When the sun shines around here, everything seems to glow. Even the asphalt, seemingly emotionless, takes on a surreal quality, an exaggerated essence that makes us question- have I ever seen a building/bridge/tree/flower/stop sign that beautiful? It was like this a couple weekends ago. The plants in my garden exuded happiness. They stretched up tall … Continue reading
Preview
Green velvet cloaks are lush all year. And fleeting, fragile flowers mean that delectable dessert is to come. Continue reading