
July 1: hey: a good indication that the bike-ride ahead should be mostly devoid of traffick! The ‘gate’ 5 miles down from the top is not conducive to motor-vehicular modes of travel. I pedal my weary way uphill, but it’s … Continue reading
July 1: hey: a good indication that the bike-ride ahead should be mostly devoid of traffick! The ‘gate’ 5 miles down from the top is not conducive to motor-vehicular modes of travel. I pedal my weary way uphill, but it’s … Continue reading
“Rosco, wake up!” Betty exhorted “Huh, wha — ?!” I not-so-articulated. One of the dogs had barked, puncturing our velvet-all-encompassing midnight slumber. I sat up. In the almost-total darkness I reverted to habit, focusing on listening. Crunch! crunch!? some nasally … Continue reading