Windy day and the wind is with me. I am pushed along as the wind is at my back. The pass seems a bit different without snow drifts and whiteout conditions. I spot a fox running away and get him stop for a moment by whistling. The fox is too fast for me to get a picture. Other bikers struggling against the wind as I pass them. I push a bit going south as I am making good time. I hear a bird squawk close as I climb a hill to camp. A glance down I see its shadow coming at my head from out of the sun. Hand waves above my head as I creep up hill against the wind.
Love and kisses
Steve
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The pass ahead |
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I made it to here last time |
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