How can I tell I was just on a great Jaunt With Jim Bike Ride? I am out of sunscreen. Headwinds no longer affect my attitude. The miles roll on and am are lonely. There is nothing quite like traveling with 140 like- minded friends. A passing thunderstorm does not slow me down. Sloppy Joes and spaghetti are on my menu planner this week. I still carry a Cliff Bar everywhere I go. When I unload my pockets, I find Ziplock bags in every one. I set up my tent in my back yard hoping to bring back my friends. I wake up every morning longing for a whistle. A train. The rustling of tents and packs. Whispering of friends. I notice a whistle around my neck. My toenails are still bright red and attracting attention.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:55:54 +0000
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