Jane’s Essays

I write essays, because, you know, I’m a writer.

Of course, you know that, unless you thought you were at another page by someone else who does something else. If that’s true, this isn’t about me, it’s about you.

 

 

 

 

Devil’s Backbone Road

Devil’s Backbone Road

I struggled to park in the dirt lot at Hell’s Backbone Grill, Boulder, Utah. The spaces here sloped down and away, loose gravel canting down at odd angles to a railroad tie perimeter making it difficult for me to let my bike down onto its side stand. It would have...

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Frisbee Dog

Frisbee Dog

My dog, Tom, was a Frisbee dog. He was blonde; ginger colored circles of fur at the backs of his knees. He’d leap into the air to catch the Frisbee. He’d catch any throw, and was especially thrilled to catch it over water and at the beach. Because I used the 200 gram...

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Free Rangers! We Ride at Dawn…

Free Rangers! We Ride at Dawn…

In Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert M. Pirsig explores the metaphysics of quality. He sees the motorcycle as a collection of systems and describes two approaches to the bike: classical and romantic. His journey took 17 days to ride, the book four...

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