Step 1: Teach the criminal to bikejor. Step 2: Teach the cracker to bikejor. Step 3: Teach Mr. Wild Dingo to bikejor (and convince him its fun). Step 4: Tell Mr. Wild Dingo to stop reading this post. Step 5: Que up the chick flicks while Mr. Wild Dingo takes the dogs bikejoring.

"Essscusuuuzzze me? What exactly did my pal Jim say about me?" A few weeks ago, we ran into one of Loki's biggest fans Jim, not once, but twice in one weekend. Jim was one of the first people who not only didn't shriek or flee when he first met the cracker, but laughed and delighted […]

"Ain't no mountain high enough to keep me from woo!" It's been far too long since we last saw this view, when we did this big loop.  But through the hot summer, we've been keeping our bike rides to about 5 mile round trips, in the shade. The only thing holding her back this summer […]

Purple haze all in my brain. Lately things don't seem the same.   I've got Jimi on my brain for September's masthead. In addition to having difficulty writing simple blog posts, it seems my amateur capacity for moderately decent photography has gone to crap. Sifting through all my photos taken in the past months was […]