My ugly desk. 

Me

Wow -- that's me on the phone. Photo © 2005. One of either Nancy Brown or Foster Curry took this photo. I don't know because I was looking the other way.

What is there to say about this? Near Crystal Spring Reservoir in California. 

Ru

Roo -- or Ru was from New Zealand -- he was good -- one of the guides. He took good care of me. Colorado River -- September 2005. 

Kapow! -- Jeff Foote telling a story to Shelly Lake and I. 

Jeff Foott photographs the Patagonia wearing science girl (I didn't get her name -- sorry) , and Jack Dykinga kabitzes. Colorado River at the confluence of the Little Colorado. September 2005. 

The Little Colorado enters the Colorado. The mud is the Little C. that was the last of the clear water. Colorado River, September 2005. 

Shelley Lake hiking over to visit me and look through the lens. Colorado River, September 2005. 

My Notes Suck

This is East of the confluence of the Little Colorado. On the Colorado River. 

Weeping Spring

Weeping spring and Monkey Flowers on the Colorado River, September 2005. 

Big River, Small Boats

Marble Canyon, The Colorado River, September 2005 

Shan Creek near Grants Pass, OR in flood state. I didn't actually realize I was shooting a video.

Cattle Egret. Kern National Wildlife Refuge, CA. 

God Beams, Palm Desert in California.

On the Ipod: Jesse Colin Young, Ridgetop

The Broken Car

So I have a broken car. Everything is fine with the car except the window doesn't quite work right. So it has spent a night in the shop.

Date: 1 August 2006
Miles Riding: 23.43
Weather: 100°F.
Average: 13.0
Bike: Commuter
Ipod: Fleetwood Mac, Homeward Bound
August Bike Mileage: 23.43

Date: 2 August 2006
Miles Riding: 10.00
Weather: 89°F.
Average 14.7
Bike: Road
Ipod: The Ronettes, Be My Baby
August Bike Mileage: 33.42

Open Up Your Pearly Gates

It's official. For those of you that haven't figured it out yet, I am leaving this desert wonderland for San Francisco in about two weeks. I can't quite imagine my life without the wilderness out the front door. But today, I left one of the largest employers in the world for one of the smallest. I've accepted a good position with a startup in San Francisco. It is with a certain sadness that I leave Mesa. I have been here a short two years, yet there is a long list of friends and acquaintances with which I must say goodbye. There are some folks I will miss, the new Jane, grocery store girlfriend, the ever happy hiking buddy, that guy Dan, coffee shop girlfriend, and the Meca Men. There are some I wish would join me. There's a bunch of other folks on this list. It's sad to leave these people behind.

But, then again. It's easy to get excited about San Francisco. I'll be working South of Market -- so I can get a place in the Mission or South of Market -- and ride to work. The food is really good. And there's art and the arts. And then there's the weather. And all the other people with bikes. I'll be able to wear my hair in dreadlocks or wear purple tights under my cutoff jeans, or just something simple like wearing shorts to work. There will be Jazz and open air cafes, and did I mention that the food is good? I could go on.

Ahead -- Options to exercise and hard work to do, all amidst the joyous clamour of a real city. And within miles of my family. Could I live in North Beach, Chinatown, Russian Hill, Japantown? Is there a French quarter? Je voudrais une tasse de cafe, si'l vous plait? Merci!

I know you will recognize this chocolate slurry as the Mouth of the Little Colorado River near the confluence with the Big C. We are hearing a lot of reports that it might flood. 

Oh Baby!

Oh! The outrage. Doesn't make much sense to me. Thanks to the Bike Riding Donut Guy for the link to that.

CM San Francisco

Photo by reinvented, shamelessly stolen.

Critical Mass, last Friday of the Month, 6:00 PM, Justin Herman Plaza, San Francisco, CA, be there. Coined the "Dog Turd Fountain" by Herb Caen the Vaillancourt Fountain is one of my all time favorite pieces of plop.

Here are some photos from last week at sfPartyParty.


And then there's the lego version of the fountain. Don't miss the lego photographer risking his life at the top center.

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