Author Archives: canoelover

The start of a very fine morning indeed. In my mind, there are several gradations of “Day Off.” Day off where you drop into work for a few minutes (turning into an hour) and then you do other things the … Continue reading →

Rutabaga supports several charitable organizations, and one of our favorites is Big City Mountaineers (BCM), a national organization that gets inner city kids out in nature. A lot of these kids have had difficult lives, and had never been anywhere … Continue reading →

1.  Give your kids a few bucks. 2.  Point them at the instant passport photo booth. 3. Wait three minutes and thirty seconds.4. Enjoy. Canoelover

It’s the new homies. Let the wild rumpus start.   Canoelover

Hey!  It’s a bruise Rorschach. I suggest the Crab Nebula. I do not hope to recreate such a bruise again, but should I do, I hope to recreate Elvis or Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe. Respectfully submitted,      Canoelover

I have a confession to make. I can’t for the life of me get a good night’s sleep in hotels.  I’m not sure if it’s the unfamiliar surroundings or if it’s because my sweetie isn’t next to me.  I think … Continue reading →

Gotta run to appointments. Here’s the executive summary. The day started with bacon.  Unlimited bacon.  Mind you, gluttony is a sin, one of the seven deadly ones.  But I took my chances, and think I can buy an indulgence by … Continue reading →

Allow me to set the stage. My last downhill skiing of any sort was 1983 at Sundance.  It was fun.  Remember that in 1983, Reagan was president.  In his first term.  Just to put it in perspective. The free lift … Continue reading →

I’m packing for the Outdoor Retailer Winter Market show, taking off tomorrow afternoon.  My ticket was accidentally booked a day early, so I guess I gotta go skiing Wednesday.  It will be good, I want to do some research on … Continue reading →

…and Ian starts humming Thriller and the next thing I know he’s doing this. I understand that I am at least half responsible for his genetic makeup.  But when I was 16 I would have never, ever done anything this … Continue reading →