Come with me

A less promiscuous Columbine

The Pasture

by Robert Frost

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.

I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.

The above is another timely arrival from Poem-a-day. It struck me -as I struggled to refine and post my prior story  – as another way I could describe my experience at the Superior Spring 25k: It was great to get outside with a bunch of other like-minded people and appreciate nature.

The photo above is of a flower in our garden. About 3 feet from where it grows is another Columbine that looks a little different, apparently the spawn from some cross-pollination with a whiter, spurless version. I didn’t notice the white one until I sat down to weed near it yesterday morning. Later, I took Steve out to behold the weirdness and beauty of both. You can see a comparison here on an Instagram post.

 

Superior 25k Trail Race: Some kind of epic

Superior 25k Finishers Dave, Arah and Mike

Yes, I’m favoring that front foot.

Why do we do this?

This was a question asked around the living room, on the eve of our event. The  next morning at 8 o’clock, we’d be toeing the starting line at the Superior Spring 25k Trail Race (SS25k), up along the rugged Superior Hiking Trail, north of Duluth.

The answers were none too surprising, as this posse was gathered in the same room last June, and we were then about to run Grandma’s Marathon.  There was at least one “I need to test myself, to find out what I can do” to “running just feels good.” I can’t help but smile when I’m trail running. Continue reading

Surf Love: Troncones Lesson Number One

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Intrepid Miriam and our college fridge-sized waves

To the immense embarrassment of my brother and sister-in-law, with whom I share a lifelong love of and skill in downhill skiing, I learned how to snowboard, about ten years ago.

It’s what you do when you’re a skier who grew up skiing in Washington State, Oregon and Idaho but who now lives in Minnesota.  If that doesn’t explain it well enough for you, well let’s just say you can’t complain about the lift lines, for a variety of reasons.

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