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California Greening | The Doughboy Chronicles
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The world as I see it, mainly from the seat of a bike. Faltering Words on the White Rim. Snorts, Sighs, Bellows, Shrieks, Cheers, and Spoken Prayers →. February 4, 2015. 8220;‘The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream” – Jack Kerouac. There is color again in the hills and the climb out from the fog of the valley is illuminated as bright as day. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Faltering Words on the White Rim. Notify me of new...
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March | 2015 | The Doughboy Chronicles
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The world as I see it, mainly from the seat of a bike. Monthly Archives: March 2015. March 17, 2015. My brain has been a bit locked up recently, probably because I’m dealing with an as yet undiagnosed hip problem that has been dogging me for many months. The physical therapy I’ve been doing is helping it heal (or so … Continue reading →. Springtime in San Diego. March 15, 2015. Snorts, Sighs, Bellows, Shrieks, Cheers, and Spoken Prayers. March 10, 2015. The Path That Circles the Graveyard. A Dyslexic Jou...
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January | 2015 | The Doughboy Chronicles
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The world as I see it, mainly from the seat of a bike. Monthly Archives: January 2015. Faltering Words on the White Rim. January 19, 2015. 8220;The pictures tell the story, this life has many shades…” – Dropkick Murphys As you know, I’m the kind of blogger that likes to form a story around my experiences. Maybe tell a tale or try (usually unsuccessfully) to weave … Continue reading →. Punched in the Face on Boxing Day. January 7, 2015. The Year of the Seuss. January 1, 2015. It’s Not My Fault. A Dyslexic...
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February | 2015 | The Doughboy Chronicles
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The world as I see it, mainly from the seat of a bike. Monthly Archives: February 2015. February 4, 2015. 8220;‘The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream” – Jack Kerouac There’s something about the recovery process from a bad cold or illness that … Continue reading →. The Path That Circles the Graveyard. It’s Not My Fault. The Forest for the Trees. Follow Blog via Email. Join 159 other followers. Circling the Golden Mountains. Nothin...
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Springtime in San Diego | The Doughboy Chronicles
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The world as I see it, mainly from the seat of a bike. Snorts, Sighs, Bellows, Shrieks, Cheers, and Spoken Prayers. Springtime in San Diego. March 15, 2015. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. - Jack Kerouac. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Snorts, Sighs, Bellows, Shrieks, Cheers, and Spoken Prayers. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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The Devil Went Down to California | The Doughboy Chronicles
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The world as I see it, mainly from the seat of a bike. To Bike, Perchance to Dream. The Scott Expedition →. The Devil Went Down to California. January 3, 2014. 8216;The devil is not as black as he is painted’. 8211; Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. No matter what type of bike you’re pedaling, long solo rides are the epic allegorical poems in which we as cyclists carve our tracks upon the world – or something to that effect. 8216;Beauty awakens the soul to act’. Harsh light in the cloudless desert sky ...
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Help! My Water Baby Has the Dust Pneumonia Blues | The Doughboy Chronicles
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The world as I see it, mainly from the seat of a bike. Looking Into the Abyss →. My Water Baby Has the Dust Pneumonia Blues. January 15, 2014. I went to the doctor, and the doctor, said, “My son,. You got that dust pneumony an’ you ain’t got long. –. Woody Guthrie, Dust Pneumonia Blues. What the hell is a water baby? 8220;Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon” errrrrr “bike light”. Shakespeare aint got nothin’ on an Eastern Sierra sunrise. Somewhere my old high school...I headed across the rolling h...
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Finding Fat Bike Heaven in California’s Canyonlands | The Doughboy Chronicles
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The world as I see it, mainly from the seat of a bike. The Old Man and the Sea. Navigating the Sierra Nevada Cloudlands →. Finding Fat Bike Heaven in California’s Canyonlands. April 20, 2015. Meandering upriver into the Borrego Badlands. This is just below Inspiration Point. This was the result of a wrong turn in the Badlands. From what I’ve heard there are numerous fossils waiting to be found in these washes. Back off man, this dune’s mine. Love the scalloped edges of these dunes. A view of ElephantR...
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The Old Man and the Sea | The Doughboy Chronicles
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The world as I see it, mainly from the seat of a bike. Finding Fat Bike Heaven in California’s Canyonlands →. The Old Man and the Sea. April 14, 2015. 8220;A man can be destroyed but not defeated” – Ernest Hemingway. I am at a crossroads right now. Big changes are just over that horizon and as I pedaled down the beach I thought of an article I had stumbled upon while idly surfing the internet the other day. Titled “The Moral Bucket List”. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. The Old Man and the Sea.
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Solitude in the Sand | The Doughboy Chronicles
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The world as I see it, mainly from the seat of a bike. Navigating the Sierra Nevada Cloudlands. 17 Years of Summer →. Solitude in the Sand. May 26, 2015. 8220;Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god” – Aristotle. The sheer weight of stars threatened to bring the night sky crashing down onto the desert floor. How can light be so heavy? This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Navigating the Sierra Nevada Cloudlands. 17 Years of Summer →. Solitude in the Sand. You are commenting u...
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