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Then spent a few days lazing under pines in the mountains. Now heading northwards towards Rocky Mountain NP. Spectacular scenery in this part of the country, but the mossies & flies are vicious... (you are so right Joyce!)
Hope all's well there....
G & D
... on the crew at a grocery store, a hitch hiker approached me and started reciting some kind of demented poem about blood running down a woman's skin. He shopped inside and suddenly yelled his frustrations of not locating the cheese in the dairy section. He saw that he had my gaze and directed the cheese rant at me. We were loading up our bikes and Cheese Man came out and continued his blood poem and cheese rant. Amazingly, Kirsty ...
... together at the grocery store there, and Chris was excited to make veggie fajitas for dinner. We set everything up and started chopping garlic, onions, 2 kinds of peppers, purple carrots, and potatoes. Suddenly, wind gusts came out of nowhere! Three storms were merging straight towards our camp delivering sideways, sharp, cold rain. Chris was determined to stick it out to finish cooking. He ordered Kirsty and I to take cover in our ...
... the tomicji trail. Very simialr but mainly down hill. Came across a section of trail yhat was blocked due to a snow wall so had to go off piste to varry on. End of trail turned into a fast red dirt track which was a nice change from 4 hiurs in first gear. Found the tomichibtrading post amd had beer, met some hikers drom arizona and stayed in a ...
... I saw him and spoke to him last night briefly before we went in for a beer. I was proud of my boldness I striking up a conversation- "you dirt biking across the country?" I had said. I thought that was a pretty good opener considering he had a dirt bike sittin there n all. This morning, every time I hear a bike I turn around, but it isn't him. He did get back before we left and I got to shake his hand. His name was ...