from stillwater
went up to stilly, to a cabin in the woods, 12 hours of get away from it all… It was pretty all right. Calming. I wouldn’t say restful. But hey, there you are.
went up to stilly, to a cabin in the woods, 12 hours of get away from it all… It was pretty all right. Calming. I wouldn’t say restful. But hey, there you are.
well, these aren’t my neighbors, they’re kj’s. but hey, they were cool to hang out with.
yeah, do I really need to comment? She just came out of the kitchen, dancing with that bag on her head. We were all wasted. I still don’t know why.
yeah, that’s about it for these. I like the last one; looks like he’s doing karate or something.
this was on my first ride of the river trail for the season; I go out there once or twice a week and ride my troubles away. Or at least regain some calm and focus and put things into perspective. As I said somewhere near the inception of the five years blog that preceded this one, “Midnight bike rides fix Everything.” While they don’t, in fact, they always make me feel better.