Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
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"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 Jason D on Wed, Dec 02, 2015 at 20:55:27 from 68.80.27.222
Which suburb, Steve? I imagine it was a bit wet.
From Steve on Wed, Dec 02, 2015 at 21:31:13 from 66.87.127.195
The neighborhoods north of the airport. They don't seem bad until you get about 3 or 4 miles north. From that point on its sketchy. And yeah, another rainy run.
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