January 5, 2020

No key

When I got up to the Pit there was nothing in my pants but me.  No tickee.
So, in the spirit of opening this blog a bit, I offer this:
For a stretch of the walk there's nothing to see that isn't from the hand o' man.  But right here a bit of the rock we ride shows through.
Skin is one thing, but you want good bones.

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