We floated 15 miles to our overnight pullout, it was cold that first night in camp. Then a snow storm kicked in the next morning, high cold water splashes, chill wind, falling snow. We stopped for a rest and thats when the unstoppable shivering set in on the steep banks of the Delores River in Colorado.
Ski season is in full swing and I have lost interest in spending time on this blog… many of the links no longer work because I allowed an older site I owned to fade away, so now I need to rebuild just about everything and thats on top of everything else I’m suppose to keep on top of. Steady, steady, slowly I will update, I will up… as soon as I make a plan, yes a plan. Thanks  Â
 I first me Little Jon in 1997 at the Bogong Cup in Australia, he was a fifteen year old wind dummy… click on the picture
Anthropologist Wade Davis calls it “no less than the most spectacular archaeological and anthropological discovery of our lifetimes.”
Worumba Station, Austalia - July 2000
Some time ago I began to consider a return trip to Australia. Having spent most of the Summer during my last trip there within a few hundred miles of the coast, the thought of the Outback in Winter, the vast Red Center, long skyline, and dark silence attracted me.
A nice little beach asleep below this tree. See the photos here.
I saw Mario wearing his new State Champion jersey, he looks great in it. He stepped up one class riding twice the distance of previous races. The insiders story says his tires were too whompy for the muddy course but Mario does not make excuses. Read more about the race at his blog.
    He was surrounded, but just for a moment, then he hit hard, as a lightning bolt strikes the ground. Read the rest of this entry »