My friend Xochil was shocked to see me when we met up at the Portland Art Museum last Saturday night, mostly because I was wearing underwear, cowboy boots, and nothing else. Then again, she was barely clothed herself.
After years of giving in to excuses like “It’s raining,” “I’m too tired,” or “I don’t want my bare breasts roving the city streets,” I decided this year to squelch my inhibitions, take off my top and participate in the city’s 10th-annual World Naked Bike Ride.
On a sunny, T-shirt day in late October, I sit in the front of a tandem kayak on Siletz Bay just south of Lincoln City, a cage of raw chicken hearts, legs and livers on my lap. I’m on my first kayak crabbing expedition, and, other than a close proximity to discount chicken parts, I have no idea what to expect.Read More »
The empty saddle on the horse following us up the 15,700-foot pass in Peru’s Huayhuash Mountain Range looks awfully enticing. As I plod up the rocky mountainside, one slow step at a time toward the blue sky, my calves are screaming, my thighs are burning and my lugs are begging for a break.Read More »
At 8:50 on Sunday morning, I stood with my bike at the starting line of the two-mile cyclocross course at Alpenrose Dairy with no idea what I was getting myself into. Curious about the sport’s appeal among local cycling enthusiasts, I’d borrowed a friend’s thick-tired single-speed and registered for a race, the first in the eight-week Cross Crusade series.Read More »
The four members of Balls to the Wall did not practice at all for the first dodgeball game of the intramural season at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga. In preparation, Daniel Garmon said, they watched Ben Stiller’s movie “Dodgeball” “like 30 times” and slurped raspberry slushies from the University Center immediately before the game.Read More »