Open Post to the Nice Lady at Sagaya

Kind Lady in the silver sedan:

Thank you. Thank you for slowly approaching the t-intersection where our paths crossed and even waving at me, so that I knew that you saw me and acknowledged my right-of-way. Your actions made me feel safe, something we can’t put a value on, but you can trust goes a long way.

And thank you for following me slowly and respectfully to the end of the road. You easily could have passed me at high speed and caught the turn before those cars came through. Instead, you let me peacefully enjoy my three-block ride, quietly and without the stress of cars zipping past.

And at the intersection you hung back, and didn’t pull out until I was completely across the road. You didn’t ride my ass, rush my ride or threaten my safe crossing.

Thank you for being a respectful driver, for supporting my right to ride safely. For all of that, thank you for being a bright spot in my evening commute, even though you will never know. In these days of rushed rides and near-brushes with the sides of SUVs: you are a gem. Thank you. 

Adam’s Adventures: Caribou Hunt on the Dalton Highway

While I was sampling schnitzel in Germany, Adam was also pursuing new experiences here in Alaska. He and a friend drove north to the Dalton Highway, the furthest north Adam had ever been and a completely new area, for a caribou hunt.


If you clicked the link above, you’ll see the Dalton Highway is far north. To get there took a day and a half drive from Anchorage, around big mountains, and through wintery passes. Thankfully Adam’s hiking partner was steady behind the wheel of their truck. Eventually, they found a sweet spot to park and trekked in, about 30 miles south of Deadhorse.

The rules of this hunt (of which there are many, but I only remember a few) dictate that hunters using a rifle have to be 5 miles off the road before taking an animal. So Adam and Aaron hiked in and set up camp. They were there for 5 days.

Unfortunately, the guys were unsuccessful in the hunt and didn’t bring home any caribou. The silver lining was exploring and learning a ton about hunting in a new environment, where you can see for miles at a time and the animals have different behaviors as a result. Adam has a checklist of new gear he wants and skills he needs to develop so that he can go out again (next year).



It dropped to ~10 degrees each night. Brr!


Freedom’s Run Marathon: Finding Flow on the C&O

I’m inspired by the author’s post. 68 miles on bicycle to the start line of a marathon? Sign me up! (In a few years, with ample training time)

If you ride or run in D.C., you’ve probably had your share of conversations about the C&O Towpath, a hardpack multi-use and car-free path that starts in Georgetown and extends all the way to Cumberland, Maryland.

The C&O: sublime urban escape or an exercise in monotony? Tooth-jarring nightmare or just what the doctor (not your dentist) ordered? I meander from one side of the argument to the other whenever the C&O becomes a discussion topic, but on the whole, I find the C&O an invigorating, once-in-a-while route.

Not having ridden any real length of it for a few months, I had been anticipating my weekend C&O plans. Friday: ride 68 miles to Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, via the C&O. Saturday: run the Freedom’s Run Marathon through Harpers Ferry, 10 miles along the C&O, through Antietam Battlefield, and into Sharpsburg and Shepherdstown. Sunday: ride the 68 miles home to D.C., again via the C&O.


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