As I plunged into Puget Sound...
Weoriaiifisadlkaldslkafdklfjklfalkjadfsladsfljkafsd ; The feels. Aching back and knees. Probably because of my own mistreatment to...
Picked Up-- On the Vineyard Now
After getting a good night’s sleep and shelter from an afternoon storm in the sheepherder’s wagon in Ovando, I was on my way to Missoula....
the facilities may not exist
the facilities may not exist feel for the cup be the cup lost in southeast Minnesota waiting to be found. "Just a small-town cup, living...
Poetry of Politics via Bicycle
Blackbird swings down on its left wing Sounds of a warning In competition with the semi engine, The sound of my wheels, And heavy...
Sturgis to Montana
Ever since we left Minneapolis Ben has waved to every single group of bikers on the highway. They’d motor by in a noisy cluster, leaving...
Play by Play: South Dakota
Hard to wake up the morning we left Sioux Falls. We'd been staying in a basement apartment and it never felt like the sun had really come...
"What Coincidence. Providence?" "No. This is Minneapolis." And reflections over
People make the trip. I've said that a couple of times over. But I think it was incredibly apparent in Minneapolis. We had such a great...
Where's Your Favorite {X}?
"It's on an Isthmus-- which is such a rare geographic phenomenon," Ben explained. "And It's a capital city... It's a college town." We...
Madeline: Writing on Climate Change
Madeline is teaches poetry New York City and is writing a book about northern Alaska. I ran into her in Fuel, a cafe in Great Barrington,...
The Nature of Our Kind of Travel: On Pokémon, Seeking, and Sharing
I've been prompted by my mother to write more frequently. She texted me the other day asking for more updates on the trip and I told her...