There are few things quite as indulgent as eating an entire cherry pie with a spoon – “Well, I can’t … Continue reading Riding to Lake Superior
“My dad stops to pick up tie-downs and signal flags. He’s got a garage full of them,” my friend told … Continue reading Things I Find on the Side of the Road
“We’re going to the storm shelter. Do you want a ride?” I’d just finished cooking my dinner when the campground … Continue reading Wild Weather and Strange Beds
Sometimes I think my bike trip is an excuse to listen to podcasts all day long. When my old iPod … Continue reading Can you hear me?
I spent a week writing, instead of riding. I came to Iowa City for the 30th Summer Writing Festival. Summer … Continue reading On Iowa