I should have spent last week training for one of my favorite Podunkian events — the 12 Hours of Disco mountain bike race. Instead, hockey reared its head again and I found myself taking Her Royal Highness to a player development camp in Salt Lake City. So while my teammates, the Lost Riders, were pedaling […]
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Any of Podunk’s shortcomings can be overlooked for its drop dead beautiful and panoramic views and endless outdoor recreation opportunities. If Yvon Chouinard hadn’t visited South America first, Patagonia would most likely have been named Podunk. You’d be referring to your favorite nanopuff as podunkgucci, and so on. Kids here are out-of-this-world lucky. My sidekick […]
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Now that the Cold Muthas hockey season has come to a close, and I’m in between training rides with my Lost Riders mountain bike team, I’m doing something truly brutal. Gardening. The mental and physical anguish of garden work has always put me over the edge. So this year I’m carefully following the every move […]
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The volunteer leader of our local blood drive this week recruited me to donate blood. Although I know in my heart that giving blood is a true sign of selflessness and citizenship, a failed college experiment I call “Plasma my way to Mexico” has caused me to try to earn these citizenship points with acts […]
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Havre, Montana is an 830-mile round trip from Podunk, so I thought I would go there for the weekend. Besides, my kid was playing hockey there. So, aided by Snow-o-Rama 2014, I hit the road with two 9th grade boys — Odd and his buddy Goalie. Thanks to a technological mishap allegedly involving Her Royal […]
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When we headed to the Oregon Coast for a family drive-cation, I thought we might pay proper respects to Oregon’s fabulous wine industry. Pinot Noir country should almost require its own passport and I was hurtling towards its deep, smoky purple underbelly. Unbeknownst to me, the beer world had already made a deal with the […]
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So, as is often the case for Podunk, there’s good news, and then there’s bad news. The good news is, we accumulated a hefty 6+ inches of snow, a positive trend in a northern tier state desirous of precipitation; bad news is, we released our children from school at mid-day because apparently we are pussies […]
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Although I admitted to liking Iron Chef’s style of creating a road trip playlist with the only intention of pleasing his own damned self, I enjoy designing trippin’ music that speaks to the passengers where they are at that moment in time. In this case, that would be within the confines of our trusty Honda […]
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I promised some of you gentle readers that I would not even attempt to describe our Podunk to West Coast road trip without setting the musical stage. Our family members have what could generously be described as a broad range of eclectic tastes in music, none of which are completely compatible. Some of which are […]
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I sat down to catch up on chronicling life in Podunk — the latest with the Cold Muthas, thoughts on Groundhog Day, maybe a police blotter or two — when Odd Number approached me with a look of concern in his eyes. “Guess what’s going around Salmon … well, really around the world?” My sidekick […]
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Podunk Meets Paradise 