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
From Rob Murphy on Sun, Jul 12, 2015 at 09:38:01 from 24.10.247.181
I sense a 30 miler coming in your next post. Maybe 40.
From Steve on Sun, Jul 12, 2015 at 09:47:18 from 66.87.82.144
I doubt it, this is a long five day trip. I can't believe that Sugar house run you did. Nuts.
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