It is dark, I know. But it always gets dark. And I am not scared. In fact maybe I am afraid of the light. In any case I found the cabin at the end of a snow packed road. And when I say snow packed I mean like 3 feet fo snow packed upon a double track.
The walk in wasn’t long and most of my time spent while I could still ride. Riding along the Hyalite Road which had not yet turned to snow. The sheer beauty at the end of my street … 19th to Hyalite Canyon Road. I stopped often to just take it in. Visually as well as digitally.
I have stuff to think about. To put into perspective. To blog about. But first I yank my bag out of the pack and spread it on the bed. I fell asleep before my head hot the pillow.
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