I was up at the crack of dawn. Today I was going to leave the front. But first I wanted to squeeze in one more ride. A quickie! But it was not quick. Just as I started passing weird paw prints in the mud my front tire flatted. Then I realized I had mis-calculated the distance through a drainage. And mis-calculated the climb, decent, and ride back to camp.
The moral of the story? Well, maybe it is to stop and take in the sights. Never feel rushed. You get back when you get back. Right?
Boneshakerbike 
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