Wind
July 18th 2006 I finished my pot of steaming gruel, smoked a cigarette, and scratched my butt as I squinted at the stars through the pines. By the time I lay down in my tent, the six other riders staying in the bike camp were already snoring. Most people who bike the Going to the Sun Road in GLacier NP get up at the scrotum sack of dawn because the road is off limits to bikers from 11-4 everyday. Not me. I was w
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