Or, How I Ruined My Shoulders on Whitehorse Mountain When I think back on all the hikes I’ve done over the years, there are a few that stand out: The first summit of Mt. Baker, when we were too excited to sleep; finally making it up Glacier Peak, after bailing out on multiple earlier attempts … Continue reading What You Go Up, You’ve Got to Come Down
I’m not one of those anti-mask people, but I sure as hell hate wearing one. I hate the way it makes my glasses fog up, I hate the smell of my breath sometimes, I hate how hot it is on a hot day. But mostly I hate the way it makes us all act. From … Continue reading Playing the Mask Game
What it feels like when it rains in Seattle … I saw a car the other day with a New Mexico license plate and I nudged Sara and said, “They’re going to hate it here!” It’s an inside joke, a memory from the first weeks that we moved here from Albuquerque and still had New … Continue reading Looks Like a Good Day to Die
This post is akin to my “Christmas letter” and it’s primarily intended for friends and family. The year began normally enough, with business travel. Two trips to San Francisco for work conferences and then four days of product management training in Salt Lake City. I felt like I was off to a roaring start, but … Continue reading 2020: The Year of Paying Attention
I’m no fan of this pandemic but without it, there would be no Vetucchio. There would be no magical land of early morning fog, no kaleidoscope of birds, no month-long daily binge on blackberries, no daily escape from the routine to this wonderful landscape just down the street from my house. Let me clear with … Continue reading Discovering Vetucchio (aka, Riverview Wildlife Refuge)
When Volkswagen announced it’s Spektrum color program for the Golf R for deliveries in 2019, I was pumped. I had always lusted after the hottest of the hot hatches, but I didn’t like the standard VW blue offered for the R—it was too purple for my tastes. I wanted one of the older blues, and … Continue reading I Ordered a Golf R; I Ended Up in an M2
A track is a track is a track, right? You’ve got your straightaways, your curves, the pit, the paddock. It’s like football fields: they’re all 100 yards long, end zones, sidelines. The playing field is the same at the high school down the street as it is at the Orange Bowl or Heinz Field in … Continue reading Laguna Seca Part 5: A Track Is a Track Is a Track … And Then There’s Laguna Seca
Looking back on my planning for this trip, I can see that I may have overthought it a bit. But hey, give me a break: I was excited and maybe a little scared too, scared that after committing all this money and time I’d end up turning back in a chain-up zone before Siskiyou Pass, … Continue reading Laguna Seca Part 4: A Tale of Two Road Trips
My grandfather, Morton B. Stratton, never told you what he wanted. At the dinner table, for example, he wouldn’t say: “Please pass the butter.” He’d say, “I wonder if there might be room for the butter at this end of the table?” He didn’t ask for another helping of dessert; he asked if I thought … Continue reading Laguna Seca Part 3: What Would Grandfather Say?
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