Ah, a groggy hello to the world from my little corner of it. The thermometer’s flirting with 27 degrees this fine morning, and here I am, for the umpteenth time, staring at the ceiling at 4 AM, wondering if sheep have a union to ensure they’re counted in proper working conditions. Here’s to sharing new snapshots today (feast your eyes on this teaser from the South Fork of Lolo Creek).
Last evening’s escapade involved me attempting to conquer Woods Gulch by trail running. Marcy, in her typical superhero mode, zoomed ahead, while yours truly was more like a vintage car on its last legs—sputtering and coughing. Today marks day 20 of my mountain running marathon, and I’m eyeing 10 more before I allow myself the luxury of rest. Yep, that’s a new record in the making for my tired legs.
And now, as the last of my Malt O Meal bids farewell and my toast plays its swan song, I must too part ways with this digital confabulation. Until next time, adieu.
Boneshakerbike 
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