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Jill Homer
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Outdoor enthusiast, journalist. Anything worth doing is worth documenting.
Outdoor enthusiast, journalist. Anything worth doing is worth documenting.

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Too much is not enough
A crushing heat wave settled in this week, melting the last of the ice from the small ponds in our back yard. For the first time in three months, I knelt beside the pond and sprinkled fish food into the water. Two-dozen goldfish swam to the surface and slug...

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Thyroiditis
Bear Peak, during a Sunday hike. I had new info about my health, and felt both better and worse than I have in a while. Just over two weeks ago, I was having dinner with friends in Fairbanks a few hours before heading to the airport. We were at a Thai resta...

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Another week
I stopped posting my weekly training logs at the end of December, after deciding that they were more demoralizing than motivating, and "training" was probably hurting more than it was helping. I'm still getting out 15+ hours each week, lifting twice a week,...

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This disappearing world
I've had a bout of writer's block lately. The kind where I stare at a blank screen for twenty minutes before relenting to Twitter browsing, and repeat. The main problem, I think, its that I'm a hopeless news junkie. Lately my morning coffee reading has left...

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Escape to Alaska
Last week in Fairbanks, Alaska, the temperature dropped to 53 below. It was more than 100 degrees warmer in Boulder, where I was mashing pedals through four inches of thick slush on top of mud. My speed stayed firmly lodged in the 2.5 mph range, while I fre...

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My friends Cheryl and Kate in DC
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Running on 3 cylinders
My first car was a 1989 Toyota Tercel, which I bought the summer after I graduated from high school. I called him "Terry," and he was my loyal partner in adventure — trips to the Southern Utah desert, snowboarding at Brighton, New Year's Eve 1998 in Portlan...

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The definition of insanity
I honestly don't know why I keep coming back here. There's invisible Velcro under my tires, just like there was in 2015, and I don't understand why my legs are burning. I'm just pedaling — as slowly as possible, really — while wispy clouds strain to capture...

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