
The original, portable home gym.
Continue reading “Kettlebells: Simple and Sinister”

I’ve had a great run of weekly posts for the past few months. It’s time to take a break. Cristi and I are settling into new jobs and new places. Pedro is enjoying his retirement in the country. I’ll try to pick things up again once we’re situated.
See you in a few weeks.
Brian
The other day Cristi and I were talking about how long we’d been in Savannah and what our next plans might be. I told her I was worried about running out of things to write about if we stayed too long.
Careful what you wish for.

Not perfect. Better. Continue reading “Life and the Forward Stroke”

And a potential solution… Continue reading “The Problem with Paddlesports”

Adventures big and small… Continue reading “Everyday Adventures”

A version of this story was first published in the Winter 2018 issue of The Boundary Waters Journal. Continue reading “Return to Angleworm: Solo Winter Camping in the Boundary Waters”
What to wear when you’re living in a tiny house on the road chasing outdoor adventures. Continue reading “Clothes for the Road”

Bad luck comes in threes, doesn’t it? Continue reading “Bad Luck and the Rule of Threes”

We’ve spent the last week exploring the Wind River Range around Pinedale, WY. First, up near Forks Lakes, where we did some backcountry hiking, and most recently near Boulder Lake, where we finally got some good fishing, and an unexpected wildfire.

Accelerating… Continue reading “Living in Dog Years”
No room at the inn… Continue reading “Highway 61 Revisited”
In-between order and chaos… Continue reading “In-Betweening”
The past couple weeks have been hectic. Continue reading “Getting U-Hauled”

A sailboat is a hole in the water that you dump money into. The Casita is fiberglass, but she ain’t no sailboat… Continue reading “This Old Casita”

Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is the definition of insanity… Continue reading “Hitting the Road”

The other day I was flipping through old photos and came across a picture of my friend Dana standing on the beach with a couple of Nordkapps, watching the surf. The beach is at the mouth of the Pic River on the Canadian shore of Lake Superior. The surf had just given me an epic beatdown.
