"Let's ride a trail," he said. "Foothills?" he said.


Oh yeah, it’s still kind of chilly over that way.


A nighttime run of some icy, slushy, muddy mess. Mad fun. Mad messy. Mad good. It’s hard to remember that just because its 70 and sunny in town doesn’t mean it’s not 40 and icy just a few minutes into the mountains.

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