Sunday, June 28, 2009

...until further notice.

you can catch some of what I'm thinking lately at Archaepop. See you there.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

My Grandfather's Shop

My grandfather David has a home jewelry shop, crammed with rough stones, molds, machinery, bits of wax, old coins, bits of maps, hand tools, centuries-old hawaiian prints, old family photos, and jewelry in every stage of production. He's almost 91, and has had a long life of collecting interesting things from faraway places.

When I think of the shop, I smell hot wax, electroplating chemicals, and dust from stonecutting. It's always been a magical place to me, with its mix of art, craft, and ephemeral suggestions of other places and times.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Leaving Brooklyn

The Williamsburg bridge, late September.

Mile 1000

Somewhere in Pennsylvania's mushroom country, the big 1k.


Somehow I fell in love, quite unexpectedly, with Maryland. Despite having to emergency camp, in the rain, behind an incomplete subdivision in some irritating richy-richy suburbs of Baltimore, the ride from DC to Philly was lovely. Forest, horse country, old houses, all in a constant soaking rain that created beautiful ground mists.

The Conowingo Dam:

Pardon the Interruption

My posting regularity got sort of interrupted this last month. First I was in DC, then in Philly, DC, Hartford. Spent some time kayaking an underground river, helping friends move, and installing solar panels. Now I'm caught in the vortex of the Obama campaign in Northern Ohio, working 15-hour days with six more to go. I'm just going to throw some scattershot photos and comments as I can.


My bivvy along the Potomac.
Harper's Ferry, MD/VA/WV

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Over the (sub)continental divide

Got up Saturday morning and headed for the crest of the Alleghenies. Along the way I met Enola, late of Berkeley. She also rode out from Pittsburgh. Except she did it on a beater bike with a crate and a bag of kale, making me feel like quite the wuss for needing all this specialized gear to get my butt up the mountain.

It was nice to have some company on the trail after 10 days of riding solo!
We hit the Continental Divide around noon. My final, symbolic exit from the middle West.

And it was nice to be on a downhill slope for the first time this whole trip, as the trail wended its way down into Maryland.

The view down the mountains into Maryland:
The trail also goes through the Big Savage Tunnel, a 3000' tunnel that goes through the mountain a few miles south of the divide. Yes, a 3000' tunnel just for your bike.

From there it was an easy cruise past the Mason-Dixon line and down into Cumberland, MD.

The NPS visitors' center in Cumberland. ile zero of the Great Allegheny Passage, and mile 184.5 of the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal: