Patagonia, az postcard

I frequently visited Patagonia when I lived in Tucson in the 1990s.

Portugal Postcards

Cloud riding but the land seems already halfway there in Portugal, already an equilibrium of greens, dust, blue.

Wyoming Postcard

We say it matter of factly, and the facts are just bricks, our talk mortar—one could build walls or a paved path.

Tasmania Postcard

The syllables of the word Tasmania stretch across the space in my consciousness, resonant with being a little kid watching cartoons and knowing only that it’s far. But now here it’s an unexpected closeness.

Croatia Postcard

Those next days headed toward Sjeverni National Park, startlingly dry, a concrete impacted heat, leaves us heaving into noons. Well above the sea and the E65, we don’t see anyone for twenty hours. As if we’re pedaling against a static painting, pebbly grit, haze chalk green.

Croatia Postcard

Pinball bounding bouncing rock to rock and from the edge of your vision you can see see where the stone fences have collapsed to haphazard return to the track. Snapping twigs and leaf shush, our arms raked by thorns. Heat concentrated into a clearing, dive past the perimeter again.

Cuba Postcard

The identity of this place is that it is nowhere, towns that we will inertia through when we need to, but the network of agricultural tracks horizons into midmorning heat and we don’t have to intersect anything else.

Cuba Postcard

In the thick experience of movement and days, in the backroads dust and the chest pressing heat, in the hundred laughter cheek kiss embrace conversations we have, it’s there that the void gets filled, making me ride grinning at how close it was.

New England Postcard

For a month riding has been wholly slow and just to be outside, an excuse for a long talk like a long walk where the bicycles fade, where we’re made into rolling with our joys and sadnesses.

Italy Postcard

Unmistakably Italy, the hilltops in every distance with a villa, spruce lined approaches, groves.

Minnesota Postcard

Pedal along bike paths, quiet rural roads, in betweens and local knowledge throughs, river bridges hidden parks first the Minneapolis then the Saint Paul skylines crouching behind the trees.

Bunyan Velo Evening of Adventure

If you’re in the Minneapolis area, we invite you to join us from 6:30 – 9:00 pm at Angry Catfish on Friday, March 20th, for an evening of bicycle travel presentations and live music!

New England Postcard

An ascent is somewhere between a denial and craving for it.

October Postcard

This time of the year New England says something of itself. It’s the landscape and the cultural history that it encouraged that are the boundaries and beacons of the circuit.

South Africa Postcard

Levitating atop the smallest gear, clingy traction, absorption into modal blue. Mean little sheep feet have obscured any tracks from the racers ahead but sure as sure that this is the way.