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When the snaps, crackles and pops of my campfire fall silent, the occasional hoots of Great Horned Owls echo through forest casting a spell on my soul. Staring at the

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By the time I rolled my 1981 Trek steel road bike into line, the starting banner stretched across the street in the tiny Baja Mexican beach town of Rosarito appeared blocks

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I arrived In Redlands that early March nervous and anxious, not really sure what to expect. I quickly realized I was not alone. Many years had passed since the Redlands

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