Nothing is so subtle, so absolutely imperceptible as the encroachment of age upon us…
Welp, lots of events got cancelled in 2020, and for whatever reason you can bet they all fell under the great viral umbrella of covid. Dirty Kanza is one such event. It has since recovered, but not unchanged. Now, renamed Unbound Gravel, I personally wonder if this is the same event I fell in love […]
It’s hard to research gravel cycling and not soon become aware of a phenomenal gravel ride known as Dirty Kanza. Ok, it’s probably impossible. For those who haven’t heard of it, the Dirty Kanza 200 is a two hundred mile gravel bike race through the flint hills of Kansas. Since I discovered its existence, shortly […]
Ok, we’re back, and the glueing went well. We’re all stuck together. Now, time to iron out the wrinkles. In this case, sand them out. Won’t take long, but I’m confident that I can still manage to suspend ample enough quantities of wood particulate matter in the air to cause me serious sinus distress. Yep, […]
So, my wife says to me, “I need a clock for my new remodeled office space you carved out of that teenager’s old room for me…a big ole’ one.” “Ok,” I says back. No point in arguing. I go to my old trusty stand-by–Amazon–because where else would I go? And by “go there” I mean […]
Sometimes, I leave notes for myself in places I may one day revisit. Sorta like my own personal fortune cookies. Some are funny, some blunt, others are strange–thought proving–forcing my imagination into high gear. Whatever wisdom they provide, they almost always inspire me in some way. They make me laugh (who doesn’t need that?), ponder […]
Some time ago we decided to become goat ranchers. What does that mean? Well,
Seems as though soil is everything…literally.
I always over-do the onion crop
Its been a weird year. Our three-day winter here in central Texas has mother nature standing on her ear. My fruit trees are still putting on leaves. Best me and Google can tell, this foliage delay is due to insufficient chill hours. I dislike chill myself, but I agree it’s a necessary evil. Why? […]
Gardening on the high plains of southeastern Wyoming
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