Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

I knew this moment would happen. I’d been dreading it, but I accepted it as necessary. The “moment” was when the adventure was over. An “adventure” doesn’t end when you get home, or get to your truck, or you climb … Continue reading →

After leaving the cooler better version of myself I’d like to become, I was ready for the upcoming challenge. I made a few turns which (by luck or skill) allowed me to escape the vortex of the water cistern. I … Continue reading →

[Recap so far: It wasn’t even noon before I’d lived a full day. I started out politely extracting myself from concertgoers. They were nice but crowded around as soon as I got up. They’d been waiting all morning to talk … Continue reading →

I was busy over the weekend. I didn’t have time to write more of the WYBDR story. Meanwhile, the world seems to never run out of time to continue and hype the ongoing spastic madness that we use in lieu … Continue reading →

After many fits and starts and also reacting emotionally to some wingnut in a mask, I roll out of Lander on what is sure to be a Quixotic day. The first part is unavoidably on pavement and it’s not fun. … Continue reading →

After a confusing morning of dealing with U-Haul’s definition of “reservation” and then tracing lines on a paper map I’m itching to go. At the gas station (I’m going to need every ounce of fuel!) I get a morale boost. … Continue reading →

[If all the map talk makes your eyes glaze over, feel free to check here for a visual.] Logistics are the monster drawback to long rides on a dual sport motorcycle. Dual sports suck on the highway and you gotta’ … Continue reading →