This band of traveling gypsies finds itself perched precariously in that delicate timeframe at the height of spring, just before the explosion of summer. The seasons are at the apex of a mighty inhale, and you see it at every turn.
Each week a higher trail emerges from winter's icy grip...little by little...
This is not the Andes.....this is our backyard. And this time of year, you'd better pack both your sleeveless jersey and your cramp-ons alike.
Through this rather narrow window into my life I'll continue to bring you close enough to see each grain of dirt, each cut in a tires' knobs, each of which has its own arc through a turn down a trail; each of which has its own destination.
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