I apologize to my reader. I know this is becoming boring (even for me). But, with the endless winter, I've had the opportunity to go, every weekend, to my favorite ridge at the top of Indian Canyon with the Karhus in the truck. Today, I found the snow so supportable that I didn't have to worry about the tips diving, throwing me over the handle-bars. So, I built a speed track on a little hill and made speed laps. With every lap, my momentum carried me a little farther down the ridge. I found this inexplicably enjoyable. Reconnecting with my 12-year-old self?
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