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Bald Eagles

Hey, Just Ride 58

Soaked to the bone, my hands so cold my thumb doesn't have the strength to shift gears, I'm hammering as hard as I can on the descent, desperate to get warm

Hey, Just Ride 55

My eye caught a glimpse of nothing more than a white dot in a lush green palisade of Douglas Firs rising from the mirror surface of the reservoir, but the

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