So much things to say, and do, this time of year.
Easier to do, than to say, apparently.
Actually NO -- not easier -- but more rewarding to get out and explore a corner of the neighborhood than to try, in an exhausted and euphoric state, to append words to things that are typically inexplicable.
Given a choice between, say, sharing your local trails with a few thousand out-of-town people whom treat them with a level of respect deserving of a public restroom, or running a remote river with 3 good friends, having 2 campsites like the one pictured below, and seeing not one other person on the river, which would you choose?
I thought so.
Surprising to wake to, but not unseasonable.
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