A Liter of Beer
As I rode up to the gate, I could hear the bands playing over the thumping rhythm of my ancient /2 BMW. It was hot out, at the high end of ninety, and I was overdue for a beer. There were campsites reserved for the bikers to the east of the stage, opposite the...
Deadman’s Lake
You would have liked it. It was steep. It was steeper than Ruckle Ridge, steeper than Herman Creek, steeper than Wind Mountain. Steeper than any trail you've likely been on. It wasn't a casual "I need to take a break now" sort of steep, it was seriously steep. I mean,...
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