Natural Selection in Progress

We decided our first excursion with our newly acquired kit would be to Tuweep or Toroweap campground, overlooking a 3000 foot drop to the Colorado River. We left St. George Saturday after Mindy’s Spokes for Hope bike race, taking the Main Street route, BLM roads 1069 and 5 from St. George, about 90 miles to…

Labyrinth Canyon Attempt

The plan was simple enough: kayak from Antelope to Labyrinth Bay the first day, 32 miles. Second day, explore Labyrinth Canyon. Third day, paddle back to Antelope. The plan was naive to so many things including Labor Day lake traffic and record low water levels. Our expedition consisted of four paddlers, my son Chris, then…

Fear the Reaper

I’ve looked the reaper in the face more times than anyone would ever want to. Too many risks perhaps, especially upon a bullet bike. Saw him again three weeks ago when my companion and I were returning from camping, riding our Valkyrie Interstate on Utah’s Highway 12. Just south of Escalante the rear tire was…

Château du Haut-Kœnigsbourg

We spotted it out at least thirty miles as we headed down the A35 to our stop for the night in Colmar. A few days previous when we checked in to our hotel in Strasbourg we found a brochure for this edifice, the Château du Haut-Kœnigsbourg, but wrote it off at the time since we…

Metz

Metz is to Europe what the Oakland Raiders are to the NFL, only the city was swapped between France and Germany two more times. The capital of the Lorraine lost its French host in 1870 when Napoléon III surrendered to Kaiser Wilhelm I, Metz went to Germany. World War I found Metz back in France…

Strasbourg

Our TGV wove through threatening cumulus clusters and according to the ground it looked like rain, an ample amount, but one couldn’t tell by our windows to the world of eastern France. Nothing sticks, it seems, at one hundred seventy miles per hour. You’re lucky if the colors of the French countryside adhere to your…

Nancy

The car was reserved through Alamo. The girl assisting us with the contract appeared to think us to be out of our minds for lugging our adventure’s burden on our backs and renting a car to go from there to Rome. We don’t think twice about road trips under starry skies above. Five hundred miles…

Paris

Our passage to Paris was booked, but this day, Thursday, was still open-ended, we weren’t sure where we’d end up for the night – Reims, Metz or Strasbourg. For some reason that was okay for me, must have been the reassurance of the half-dozen waffles I had in my back pack. I could conquer the…