If you know me at all, you know my favorite pastime is riding my bike. Yesterday, after a week of hiking, kayaking, and plenty of driving, we finally got to take a spin on a mountain bike. We rode a dusty dirt track for about 15 miles under an uncharacteristically hot sun. The brush on either side was scrubby and dry, yellow grass dotted with either large bushes or small trees that looked like sage brush, with stands of pines in the distance. We came to a bridge over a clear blue river that's a popular swimming hole for locals. Several brave souls from our group elected to jump in from the bridge, led by our intrepid guide, Nick. Apparently the water was quite cold, or as I like to say, "refreshing." In spite of being a little fearful of skidding and falling on the rough track, I was in my element on the bike (as opposed to struggling a bit with the more vigorous hikes). At the end of the ride, I was smelly and tired and covered in a fine layer of dust and very satisfied. |
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the more photos i see, the more i want to get over there-mind you, that picture reminds me of Donegal-about time you were on the 2 wheels too-and does the water go down the plug hole a different way?
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