Well, we survived the South Fork of the American River. Five adults, fifteen high school kids, three rubber rafts and a mayonnaise jar full of Ritalin…it just doesn’t get any better than that. On Day One we put in at Henningsen-Lotus park. Our guide was Gordy Ainsleigh, something of a local hero in those parts…
I really should be working on the kitchen cabinets or doing the 30,000 mile axle service on my Jeep. I need to be packing for our rafting trip on Monday. And a new freelance project just showed up in my inbox. So what do I do? What any red-blooded American man would do. I Simpsonized…
Made in the fashion of Damascus swords (the exact technique of pounding, cooling and folding has been lost for over 200 years), this Son of Pry thing will outlast any multi-tool in your gear shed. Of course, $160 will buy you a lot of Swiss Army Knives. Then again, if you had a Son of…
Tom, dude, this one’s for you. Â The Church of the Latter-Day Dude Myself, I live and die by Duderonomy 1:3 Always write checks whenever possible, as your cash is limited and you never know when you might have to pay off roving bands of heathen Nihilists.
Words cannot express how badly I want a pair of these Vibram Five Fingers sandals when I head off for the American River next week. Of course, then I would need a hat like this:
Apocalypse Now as told by Winnie the Pooh.
I found the ashtray above in a Motel 6 in Big Bear, California–similar to the double message Spanish ashtray posted by BoingBoing’s Mark Frauenfelder. I have to point out that we found our ashtray in a nonsmoking room. The sticker was stuck to the outside of the bottom, where I supposed someone thought it would…
Lynn from NatureShutterbug kindly suggested fish oil for my aching knees. At my friendly local grocer I found a product that advertised “NO FISH BURPS.” Solving a problem I never knew I had. What they don’t tell you on the label is that the gelcaps are tough as footballs and each one is roughly the…
Here it is, a week after my Extreme Gardening adventure with Habitat Works, and my knees are swollen to the size of watermelons, screaming with pain. What’s up with that? It could be that my seatpost is too low on my Comfort Bike, wreaking howling havoc in my hinges. I’ll have to check that out…
While other gardeners were uprooting early spring bulbs and planting their perennials, I joined the good folks at Habitat Works for a little tamarisk butt-kicking. The Cleanest Line has a nice little piece lining out what tamarisk did to Canyon de Chelly, explaining why someone might want to pack into a remote section of Piru…
When I started this bike-to-work thing I imagined I might have problems with the usual suspects: logging trucks, Winnebagos, throttle-happy tuners. I had no idea that those damned flesh-eating plants would be the first to attack. Bush, I’m giving you fair warning. I’ve got loppers and I’m not afraid to use them.
Today is Intergalactic Talk Like Bob Dylan Day.
I stumbled on this blog by Googling the words “camp stove.” Go figure. But kirby cracks me up.
Love my Jeep, hate the gas mileage. That’s why I was thrilled to find this Giant Sedona DX on Craigslist for just $225. (Thanks Mark, if you happen to read this, I’m stoked about this bike!) One thing that’s always kept me from bike commuting and saving the environment single-handed is the fact that I…
Every now and then an idea comes along that is so bad that you are powerless to do anything besides see it through to the end. For me one such idea came when my friend John and I wondered if we could go rafting on the Santa Ana River after the spring rains, when the…
