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 jtshad on Thu, Dec 19, 2013 at 16:04:48 from 141.221.191.225
I thought you hated the TM?
From Rob Murphy on Fri, Dec 20, 2013 at 14:34:24 from 163.248.33.220
Don't act like you don't love it!
From Steve on Fri, Dec 20, 2013 at 16:06:15 from 66.87.126.234
This is torture. But it's snowing like crazy out there.
Add Your Comment.
Keep it family-safe. No vulgar or profane language.
To discourage anonymous comments of cowardly nature, your IP
address will be logged and posted next to your comment.
Do not respond to another person's comment out of context. If
he made the original comment on another page/blog entry,
go to that entry and
respond there.
If all you want to do is contact the blogger and your comment
is not connected with this entry and has no relevance to others,
send a private message instead.
