“How far will she go?” I asked, as I stepped up into the cab and gripped the wheel for […]
(An old tradition here which I’ve just decided to initialize–Dave’s Daily Doodle–and I fully intend to publish it just […]
Which came first, the Chicken or the Egg Man; and were they “J-walking?” Surely the Beatles crossed an ocean as well as […]
As we sprint along on the Discovery Trail, I often hear the words “that’s a working dog,” from those we pass. Shadow loves to pull. I’ve been fighting her for nearly two years now, as we walk. Finally, I’ve decided to relent and let her pull all she wants. It’s been a rush (or should I say Mush?) like nothing her or I have ever felt before.
who knew a dog would love to run full-speed with its dad peddling a recumbent trike in tow. More about this some other time. For now, just know she is enjoying a day off, laying in the frozen stuff she was raised in back in Wyoming.
Today the snow has found us under the sunny BLUE HOLE of the Olympic Peninsula. It’s keeping us off the trail for the time being, but hey, it’ll be gone in a few hours … and so will we.
When the newspaper arrived in the mail, I thought, What do we have here? What’s this oddly familiar […]
Most of us have never known any sort of difficulty in terms of human suffering … we’ve avoided […]
Once upon a midnight fare, and for the first time in many years, I decided to really think about […]