Journal
Notes
Dispatches from the road, the classroom and the workshop — whatever the way handed over and was worth writing down.
What a map cannot tell you
Some roads look nothing on paper like what they turn out to be.
The desert keeps its own hours
You do not set the schedule out there. You read it.
The villages the highway forgot
The new road saved an hour and removed everything worth stopping for.
What the mountain teaches
Twenty-five years of climbing changed how I ride.
For the route, not the destination
A great many roads I have taken for no reason at the far end.