The Dusty Musette

It happens quickly, sneaking up on even long-time Edmontonians. One day the river valley is brown and bare and the water is gently skif...

“One day, wishing to get rid of the several days’ growth of bristling beard on my face, I took out my shaving apparatus, hooked the...

“Yes! there is pleasure—genuine pleasure—in winter cycling.” --R.J. Mercredy, “Winter Cycling.” The Fortnightly           Revie...

GU Energy Gel is the only energy gel maker I know of to produce a peanut-butter-flavored product. And all you have to do is try it to rea...

Premium Alberta Hard Tack Gravel grinders dream about this stuff: imagine a gravel or dirt road surface that is so beaten down by tires...

The road treasure cornucopia. It’s that time of year: the elementary school’s pumpkin patch overfloweth. My neighbour’s apple tree is we...

October 6, west of Villeneuve, Alberta. The dumb-ass birds are heading the wrong way.

In a prairie city, where the streets are laid out in orderly grid fashion, a circle (not a cul-de-sac dead-end circle but a true, free-...

Jesus walked on it. Mark Spitzed in it. Sponge Bob farted under it.  Now I’ve cycled across it.