Trailing Roots

Always lifting, turning, remembering, landing, forgetting, lifting again, and moving on. I’ve written before about transitions, and about the anxiety that can precede them. But now the wind is lifting me up again and I feel that feeling in the…

Cascade Rime

Rime Towers, originally uploaded by raventrickster. This evening, snow has begun to fall on the Cascades.  The first storm of the year will bring with it a few feet of concrete on which to begin the season, but also attending…

The Shoulder Season

Training is a funny thing– when the desire to undertake it actually rises inside of us seems to have little relation to when it is most needed.  The desire to train comes, for me, most strongly at the beginning and…

Notes from the Field #1

Northern Talkeetna Mountains, July 23, 2010.  Copied by hand into my notebook from course documents. “I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all the times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those…

Plains Running

From an airplane on my way to Utah, as written on the inside-back cover of The Myth of American Exceptionalism: The pilot, swinging a more southerly route than usual, brought to my right-side window the length of the Cascades, stretching…