Booming thunder rolled down from the mountains as if the Sisters were waging a battle with kettle drums, the unsettling sound echoing off endless ridges.
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As my bike weaved freely to and fro across the roadway, I glanced across the vast lava field atop the Old McKenzie Highway and chuckled with a snort of snot…
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