Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
Personal:
"Our legs are tight, our feet are flying, and we are gliding over the roll of the land. The sun is up, the air is fresh, the stone is old, and we are free and at peace. The clock has stopped because another time has taken over." C. Bowden
Ran River trail up to Crimson with the kids on their bikes. Longest trail for them yet.
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
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Comments
From Rob Murphy on Sun, May 11, 2014 at 17:25:27 from 24.10.249.34
Don't you mean your regular abnormal life?
From Walter on Mon, May 12, 2014 at 07:27:29 from 97.36.96.33
Now you know what a work ethic is. Lol
From Steve on Mon, May 12, 2014 at 08:46:04 from 66.87.127.141
This, from you?
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