Granny is no Slouch

Biking the Greenway while I wait on replacement brakes, I keep seeing this old lady, easily in her 70s, on a hybrid beach-cruiser. She moves fast and stands up on the pedals to attack every hill. Granny is no slouch.

Three Gap

For a couple years I've done the three-gap ride up north: Woody, Wolfpen, and Neel. Discovering Google Earth's elevation profile let me finally compare my route against all those complaints of 20-percent-plus grades. Apparently it's a respectable ride.

AZW-0503

An open letter to the driver of plate AZW-0503, who held down the horn racing past my bicycle descent from Neel Gap. Some friendly notes on potholes, gravel, slippery painted speed limits, and the six chances you had to safely pass. Thank you for the memorable experience.

Phil "Boring" Schiller

On Schiller as Apple's new public face, an Atlantic Station smoking ban, hammock camping, and Alaska photos that may or may not arrive. A few quick, opinionated notes.

Denali Expedition 2012

I don't even recall if I kept a journal on this trip. I'm sure I have photos though. This blog post is a placeholder until I dig that stuff up.

Denali Expeditions

Denali Expedition 2012I don’t even recall if I kept a journal on this trip. I’m sure I have photos though. This blog post is a placeholder until I dig that stuff up.A garage sale for your mindCurtis JonesDenali Expedition 2011The following is a compilation of posts related

Day Zero?

Day one of the trip, more or less. Flying Atlanta to Salt Lake on an international 757 with absurd first-class legroom, and noticing how quickly I become a snob about comfort I'm about to give up for weeks on a glacier.

Liftoff!

Final prep for Alaska: a fresh buzz cut (you can't wash your hair for a month), hauling the group food, ditching the iPad for an iPod Touch, and a fold-up chair with an actual back. The small comforts that matter at altitude.

T-Minus Seven Days

Seven days to takeoff. The rope is out of storage, the new pack is rigged, the topo map is marked up, and I'm itching to swing the new ice tools on a big mountain. Spot updates will be terse; blame the character limit.

Fooooood

Meal planning is done: twenty-two days of food stretched to twenty-five, no bacon-and-syrup breakfasts this year. Plus a confession about pee bottles and the slim chance of crossing paths with the Smiley team on the Cassin.