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Impassable In Wet Conditions

I took that picture as I pushed my trusty bicycle up a hill a few days ago. It was a solo bike ride that turned into more of a hike, a certain loop we used to do all the time, challenging in … Continue reading

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Saturday’s Poem: The Bicycle

The picture above of Monte and a friend (Joe Breeze, I think) was taken about thirty years ago by Dean Bradley, and I certainly could have found more recent bike shots, but this is the first one that came up … Continue reading

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It’s Time That You Won

Yesterday I went for my equivalent of a Sunday drive, on my bicycle of course. I decided to ride to the west end of the Ranch just to sort of check things out and get some exercise while listening to a random … Continue reading

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Head Wind

It was a bright and blustery day that had the proverbial feeling of March in its leonine entry mode. I rode my bicycle in the valley, straight into a head wind, working harder than I thought I’d have to, but it was fun. … Continue reading

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Little Shrines and Other Finds

On Sunday we rode our bikes in blustery winds along the crests and dips of the main ranch road and paused on a bluff by the railroad tracks. There we came upon a grouping of painted stones and a tattered feather placed in … Continue reading

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Hospitality

One morning as I was riding by on my bicycle, Lee and Margaret called to me and invited me in for a tour of their new house. Lee works in Los Angeles but his family has had a place at … Continue reading

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Just Pedaling Along Here and There

Part One: In Town “I wish I could join you, but I’m working,” said Kelley, in a way that seemed to underscore the fact that I am so emphatically not. We were in a parking lot in Solvang and I … Continue reading

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