What a zany adventure I had on April 24, 2006. I took out the old10 speed narrow tire bike, and drove it over to a power line a couple miles down the highway from my house. Here I wheeled it down the uneven, damp muddy earth and eventually ditched it when I came to a rock outcrop. 6 miles later, I came to the destination, a area I had snowmobiled to a couple months earlier. I turned back, and took an alternate route. By now it was cold as hell, the sky darkening, and rain was starting to fall. Five miles later I was reunited with my bike. Miserable, I got out of there and made it home, soaked, freezing and terrible hunger pangs. Great trip, I love these kind of meaningless journeys.
Mile after mile, exposing the landscape covered by thick boreal forest.
The destination
April 24, snow still on the ground.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
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