As the Crow Flies

You know it’s windy when beachgoers pitch tents on the sand instead of towels. …and while that campground’s yet to be discovered, right from the word ‘go’ I know I’m in for a wind whipped bike ride along Santa Barbara’s beach boardwalk. My first clue was the drive over, buffeted on the high plains of…

Follow Your Forrest Gump Feather

Biking & Birding in Santa Barbara   I’m back. Turns out the grid is inbuilt, anymore, like a subconscious Matrix, but it was nice to let the grey matter take a break for a day or two. To wing it, as it were. Almost everything improves over time—like wine & attitudes, and whiny attitudes, too—and while I followed…

1000 Words

You ready 4 a run? (And I do mean 4 a run.)That digit’s no funky space-saver. Stretch out those hammies and crack out those creaks, because it’s time to lace up for a looping 4 mile lope through the Santa Barbara foothills, and as the blog title suggests, we’ll be snapping a few pictures along…

Armchair Warrior

the grave won’t find me –ever bind me pristine to its shroud… I’ll go all bruised –and scarred, I choose to live my life out loud. My legs off-road my hands just holds for fishing poles or Frisbees my arms reach high to catch that fly but chances are it missed me. Diana’s eye is…

Slim Gym

I’ve never been one for crowds…Not unless it involves something I’m completely into, and predictably, I missed/skipped/bypassed the myriad classes offered at the next stop on my Gymapalooza tour: the Goleta Valley Athletic Club. Mostly because I had other stuff to do, but also because I had to do other stuff. That isn’t to say…

Gym Dandy

Well what a weekend. As promo’ed, I descended on Spectrum gym like a lithe leprechaun in search of workout gold, and since this gym did business as Gold’s gym for so many moons—and I did so many moons of exercise there–it wasn’t surprising to find a few nuggets of Golden Gluts Goodness left for me…