Month: August 2005
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a click, a plunk, and a silent soaring
A huge gray crane startled me when it soared into my peripheral vision. He hung there just a few feet away, abeam my head, matching my speed as he sized me up…
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DMZ – There but for the grace of God go we
I rode with my Korean friends the day before I went to see the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone). I debated whether I should tell them I was going to the DMZ. It’s like going to see their country’s greatest scar…
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Busses, bikes, and beautiful boring roads
Somewhere during the 51minutes of swimming, I transitioned from fearing paddling for nearly 2 whole miles to just enjoying it – the coolness of the water, the relaxing feeling of buoyancy, the calming rhythm of my stroke, stroke, breathe, stroke, stroke, breathe. The Kiwi who ended up winning the race overall had commented just before the race began that, “the swim is just there to be enjoyed…”