Friday, April 10


This morning the mountains were deliciously socked in behind a wall of fog as I pedaled my Giant west. It was difficult to terminate my ride at my place of employ which is situated at the base of the foothills.

I wanted to climb into the misty heights, and seek out some blustery land to frolic cyclically about in all day.

But alas! My underdeveloped sense of responsibility was BEAT DOWN by my desire to settle debts and provide sustenance for my family.

Maybe next time I can venture into that fantastical land, far above the paved street, high into the depths of cloud and sky...soon, soon dear reader...I will ride all the way to the summit of Mount Evans from home.

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