I found myself one Saturday morning going over to Fly Freak Yoga in Saint Paul, MN for an introductory course in aerial yoga. It was a chance to spend quality time with my old friend Renee, and also to get some much needed exercise while visiting family back in Minnesota. When she upped the ante to my yoga suggestion with aerial yoga, I said, “Gee, that sounds scary and a bit crazy,“ and then “Sure! Let’s try it!” Continue Reading
Inspired by friends undertaking longer and longer trail runs and a recent read of Scott Jurek’s North, I identified Easy Pass as a nicely laid out route and excellent introduction to the UltraPedestrian Wilderness Challenge. With a supportive community behind me, I convinced my wife (pictured above, you probably have to scroll back) into a wet camping adventure in the North Cascades and off we went.
Check it out for a map of the fun bike stations that will pop up around town on Friday. It’s a fun party atmosphere (er, starting at 6AM), and I’m hoping this year will be even more festive thanks to all those dockless bikes available for riding. By “fun” I mean free stuff like bike lights, chocolate samples (see: Fremont Bridge stop), music and free food. Check it out, Peddler’s Brewing is having a party 4-8 that day! The feature photo for this quick post is from a previous year’s bike celebration in Ballard.
Shoutout to Tricia who, after a couple years’ convincing, finally talked me into bike commuting back in 2013, and the whole Bike to Work Team buddies I had downtown.* Miss you guys even more than that waffle breakfast we did, sniffle…
*Also: Shelley and Tricia who both biked with me on my first couple rides, and Tesia who helped calculate my [low] odds of accident per trip to allay my risk averse brain.
Do you ever go grocery shopping and discover that you’re picking up 150% more than you intended to buy, that you are really hungry, and now you’re trying to figure out how to bike or walk it all home?
I recently picked up a new trick for those reusable sacs (usually cloth or polyester of some sort) with sizable handle-loops. It keeps me covered when I am carrying way more than any sane, less-ambitious urban nomad would carry. Continue Reading
We rose early to drive the two, three hours from Onundarhorn to hike Glymur Falls (3.8 miles, 1,000 ft elevation gain) in the only day forecasted to be sunny on our trip. It meant doubling back the way we came, but fortunately we were booked for two nights in the South.
I was dragging, but optimistic to see the second (?) highest waterfall in Iceland. Even before we got to the trailhead a smaller, charming waterfall demanded a pit stop. This would be a theme on our trip, so lucky! Sweeping swooping green slopes gave way to a waterway on one side.
I drove for part, getting to learn new roundabout conventions first-hand, including a gauntlet of six consecutive one. Nothing like rapid repetition to help you work things out in your brain.
On foot: after some flat, low-brush terrain, past tiny sprawling civilizations of mosi over rock, and Vottahellir cave (full of legends! And a plaque!) we got to an icy stream. The decision to cross at a wider but shallower point turned out well. I was very glad to have bothered to pack hiking poles mid-stream. What was icy cold turned to pins and needles of pain then, and my brain got to tell my legs to keep going, and faster(!) while my legs threatened to stop working from thinking they were on fire, and to give up all function. 
There’s a new colorful set of creatures out in the lush urban jungle of Seattle. As native Seattlites hurry sweatily through the last summer “heat wave” of 76-80 degree weather, you might glimpse a flash of green and yellow behind a tree, a cheery orange appendage sidling up to the pavement, or a blur of both, speeding haphazardly to the next traffic light as they flirt with each other to see who handles best. What’s the skinny? Continue Reading
Recently, I had a chance to visit my fellow Minnesotan friend Tanya, her spouse Justin, and their daughter Mabel in Portland. They graciously had me over for dinner, and I got to see a demo of the Instant Pot. Apparently she was so excited about it she bought a second one when it was on sale on Amazon. My friend Candace in San Francisco had previously bothered messaging me about this device as a sped up way to make radish cakes, so it seemed only right that I listen to the universe’s repeated prodding to investigate this gadget.