Mountain Life these days is limited to hill running. Life in the steeps at this lat & longitude has its own delights, with deep green grass in winter, black cattle, brown cattle, brindle wild turkeys, a few other mountain runners, and views from Coast to Mountains on a clear day.
But the snowy peaks are calling, and I must go. Longboards are just a-twitchin' -- like a good birddog excited to race afield -- just a rumblin' -- like an earthquake on its way. And like a good creature I can feel the electromagnetic charge building up in the system, ready to race & roar!
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