Last summer I threw a fit after a bike ride and busted my camera. Paul and Ross would remember it well. I had lost my memory card but today I found out what really happened to my memory card out of my camera. In a twist of fait I found some long lost photos and I cherish the moments they capture even more now that at the time I blew my lid.
When my camera got in the way of a flying floor pump it got busted and apparently I threw it in my book bag. I don’t know how it happened but the card must have gotten ejected. Not only that but the card found its way through a rip and into the interior of the bag (out of reach of everyday use).
The next day when I discovered my camera was working I went and bought a new memory card. I had went back that night and searched through every inch of the dog poop laden parking lot at Blue Mountain.
I just discovered it today and there must have been a reason that it got lost and I never saw the photos. At this time in the year when it is so cold outside and it snows almost every other day. It is a contrast to see such beauty and awesome trails. It provides hope that one day it will be that way again.
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