Bob’s Sinclair and the Rolling Storm
Richfield to Kanosh: A cold wind coming. A cold wind and darkness coming and it’s lonley, oh so lonely. What Continue reading
Richfield to Kanosh: A cold wind coming. A cold wind and darkness coming and it’s lonley, oh so lonely. What Continue reading
The tinkle of diner flatware, eggs and hash browns, hot coffee, it’s saturday morning at Mom’s Cafe. Waitresses scurry around Continue reading
We woke up on the edge of a cliff in the middle of nowhere. Yesterday had been a dream of Continue reading
Samantha’s front wheel shoots skyward as the bike bucks her off the back. Both bike and girl settle back to Continue reading
Have you ever explored an old dusty road just to see where it went? What if that old dusty road Continue reading
We woke up and unzipped our tent. Looming above us a towering mountain sits, misty and cold in the morning Continue reading
A chilly morning in Telluride starts our day. The campground is full of sleepy campers packing up. Han got up Continue reading
Good morning Silverton. It’s cold, frosty even. We’re at 9,000 and some odd feet and surrounded by mountains that clearly Continue reading