Killing Two Trails with Two Wheels

Let’s sit down with a fish fry and malty ale and catch up on a biking adventure, shall we? On July 2nd, bike and I headed to Kewaunee, a small city on the shores of Lake Michigan, to explore a southern section of the Ahnapee State Trail. A few years ago, biking buddy and I rode the northern part of the trail, from Sturgeon Bay to Algoma, which ended up to be about 32 miles. This time it would beRead more

#CBWC: Using the Letters

This week’s entry for Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge (CBWC) includes photos of anything beginning with the letters “B” or “W”. Join the fun of black and white photography by clicking on the link at the beginning of the post. Details and weekly themes can be found HERE and Cee publishes the B&W post around mid to late morning CST on her main blog page HERE.Read more

#CBWC: Along the Water Trails

This week’s entry for Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge (CBWC) includes photos depicting in or on water. I’m not sure if “alongside” water counts, but it’s what I have to offer this week. When I bike or walk the local trails, I often parallel or cross water in the form of a lake, a river, a channel, or marsh. The Fox Valley area has plenty of water spaces to enjoy throughout the year. Following are a few water photosRead more

In Truth or Fiction

What path is this? Does it head toward truth? Or remain shaded in fiction? Spirits, desire the straight and narrow of a wooded lane of earth, atmosphere, simple truth Truth that floats with conviction over darkness below giving virtuous cover to fiction Cross the bridge in honesty In knowledge, wisdom Throwing fantasy over rail’s side Fiction through lies forges mud Sucking reality into inky muck Tempting us to sink to its depth Truth is golden It has no agenda, noRead more

Land the Plane, Arrive

To arrive on the other side of pain isolation flying into the sun Find patience   To arrive down river of anxiety stress knotted shorts Breathe, dammit   To arrive across the bridge of fear sadness laying in the mud Ignore angry trolls   To arrive without delay detour roads closed fixing flat tires Avoid potholes   To arrive on land sanity intact clear-headed peaceful in meditation Let go of smelly dung   To arrive on the other side isRead more

Thursday Doors: A Walk Along the River

In June I went for a walk. I know, surprising. The walk took me to the part of Appleton known as “The Flats.”  The Flats is a well-known area that is home to industry, apartment buildings, eateries and two walking trails along the banks of the Fox River. I’ve walked the Newberry trail many times, but this summer I discovered the start of the Fox Trot trail is right across the road and wraps around a portion of the river.Read more

Nope, nothing does…

Absolutely correct! The dedicated bench in this photo is at the southern end of the Wiouwash State Trail, which runs from Oshkosh to Hortonville, WI. I couldn’t find any information about Michael McCoy, what kind of person he was, but obviously he loved biking for much of his life. This past Mother’s Day, after spending some time with mom, I took the bike and myself to the trail and spent a couple of hours with a blue sky, sun, andRead more

Wishes from a Bridge

I wish that you had been here with me upon my wooden slats to smell the remnants of summer air before the temperature crashed I wish you had heard the crunch of the dried leaves upon my boards to see them scatter just a bit in unspoken, leafy words I wish you had heard the sounds of geese flying overhead their honks of joy going south to make their winter’s bed I wish that you had walked my path the sameRead more

TRAIN!!!

TRAIN!!! That’s what a co-worker and I text to each other when the railroad crossing nearest to the office has its gates down, the red lights are flashing and there is a multi-car train passing through. It’s happened several times to both of us, on occasion making us late for an appointment or when returning to work from lunch. Sadly, when I took this photo, I missed the TRAIN!!! by two minutes. I wanted you to get the true feelRead more

Cross the Bridge

Blazing, sapphire blue skies. Warmer-than-normal November days. Crispy, crunchy fall air. Gold and yellow and brown leaves that land upon the earth. The path reaches for two feet and grabs hold. It pleads a midday walk. There is little resistance. The feet say “yes!” The senses feel, hear, as the eyes shut for a moment. Then… Travelling geese sound their alert and jar the feet awake. Bicyclists, joggers and fellow pedestrians pass by. The smallish breeze whispers gently upon a woman’s face. TheRead more

He Didn’t Win

  Natasha declared Wednesday night that if no one returns to the bridge, he has won. If you read my very last post, you know that our community suffered a tragedy this past Sunday evening when a lone gunman shot and killed two adult men and an 11 year old girl on the Trestle Trail bridge, not far from where I work. The community has since come together with love and support of the victims and their families in many heartfeltRead more

The Season of Orange Barrels & Evil Concrete

A friend of mine, who lives near Chicago, posted this on her Facebook page: It’s officially Hell/Summer in Illinois. It’s over 50 degrees and every (#$%^*@$) possible route to work is under construction – even the ‘long way.’ Kill me now. I chuckled to myself. Quite loudly. I’m in the same boat. As soon as the snow melts and the temperatures hit a respectable high in Wisconsin, the proliferation of orange barrels and detours cause drivers to swear over theRead more