Floyd, Virgina is musical, green, quiet and comfy. That’s what I’d been told by those friends encouraging my visit. While I had only an afternoon and evening to look around, I see what they were saying and I look forward to a longer stay in warmer weather. I met a friend at a sweet general store in the center of town, housing within it a cafe and music venue. Continue reading Touring Roving
Seems, for me, the mountain is always sunny and warm no matter the weather. I’m back visiting the place I’d stayed over the winter of ’08-09. But for some minor changes that life requires of us, it’s as if I’d never left. Dinner with friends is as much catching up as it is just talking about the Art of Being. Continue reading Mountain Time
I’m on the north side of Chicago, a sunny and cold Saturday morning. The car is packed. Snow is snowing. The morning traffic softens and I head out into the steady stream of drivers.
The first leg of my trip, to east St. Louis, is good and I find the home of my couch surfing hosts with ease. A young couple of rockers with a big and cuddly mixed pitbull. We go out to dinner at their favorite bar for tasty burgers and fries, then I settle in to sleep with the dog while they paint the town. When I’m awake and ready to roll, they are still cozy in bed. I leave a note, give the dog a good rub and head out into the crisp and sunny morning.
The drive toward Eureka Springs, Arkansas, is a day of listening to the radio, singing to myself and talking to the ghosts of my past. I make it as far as Springfield, Mo., before settling in to sleep.
Eureka Springs. A sprawling, mountain town riding the saddle of a crest and dripping down into the valley. I stop at one of several information stations to learn this place is laden with artists and seers of all kinds. Festivals and events dot their calendar year round, including a night-lighted parade on the day I arrive. Worth the consideration of extending my stay, however my chief reason for visiting town is the Museum of Earth History and it’s closed, for good. Apparently there weren’t enough tickets sold to support the sweet dioramas of Adam and Eve running with the dinosaurs, or the Tower of Babel complete with human skulls. I visit the Bible Museum across the way, a cool stop for anyone interested in bibles, books, or both, but I can’t talk my way in for a private viewing. It’s awesomeness will have to remain mythical.
I bum around town but any other tourist activities of interest are closed as well, so I decide to head on my way and come back in a warmer season. Maybe for a retreat or internship.
I arrived to Hot Springs, Arkansas, with my California hot springs experiences in mind. Large wood and rock bowls of mineral rich hot water out under the wide open skies, enjoying nature by sun, moon, or stars. Here, though, it’s all about the spa. Any and every spring worth its salts has been capped and piped into large, tiled bathhouses with people waiting to pound and twist your body. Not really my thing. I stroll around the town, tour the Fordyce Bathhouse, and have a tasty, little lunch at a quiet BBQ joint before moving on.
Just south of Pine Bend, Arkansas, I meet up with a friend of a friend from back in their day. We have dinner and great conversation. He’s a repo man and a gentleman, so naturally I park my van in the repo lot along side the wrecks and returns, and go for a ride-along on his night shift. After I live through a few stories-for-another-time, he clocks out and we head to a pre-dawn breakfast. I still manage to get in some good sleep before rising for my drive to New Orleans.
On that last leg of this trip, the ride is long and I fight the temptation to nap in favor of the comfort of a hot meal and a shower at my final destination point. I am certainly road weary when I arrive, but a place has been made ready for me to park and the shower is hot, hot, hot. So good to be back in the land of soft, purple evenings.
Still biking to work, even at 4 degrees F. I am actually enjoying the drive. The fact that it’s only a few miles at most is part of it, my legs don’t have enough time to stiffen up. The only dangers are when snow gives way to an icy underlayment Continue reading Cold Nose and Warm Fingers
Time to begin looking for this summers work. I’m starting with the Driftless Region in southwestern Wisconsin. Looks like it might have some great opportunities. Lots of small, organic farms. An abundance of state parks and small towns. Continue reading “Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish” – Whole Earth Catalog
Okay. First week of February. Done. A milestone of sorts with the idea that this is the last month of true, heart-chilling cold. Yeah, March is cold too but it’s only the wet, bone-chilling kind that usually ends warmer than it starts.
I’ve still been biking to work and I expect that I will all the way through. The cold hasn’t been much of a problem. Especially since I have this fancy, quilted handlebar cover that a friend loaned to me. It’s more like a handlebar cozy that I slip my gloved hands into. Continue reading Brrrrrrriffic