One of the sublime joys of cycling, for me, is the feeling of capability that permeates your soul when you crest a long, difficult rise. Maybe it's a road…
I visit the log a few times a week. It's on one of my dog-walking routes, close to the entrance of a local park. I'm not sure how the log got there or how long…
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