Rain constantly threatens these days. I find a window of sunshine. Up, up, up. Shoulda taken the bus. No, I don’t mean that. I’ll show those tourists how to climb. Ha, but what am I? Descending the clouds come in. Halfway down, drip drip drop little July shower. Muddy mess. I can’t see the view but hardly care for I am riding in a brilliant rainstorm. The drops soak my skin, my bike, pepper me with mud. I can’t help but laugh and smile a shit-eating grin Because I’m pretty sure horses frequent this trail with their little apples mixed into the dirt now flying into my face, gritty between my teeth.
Sunday, July 10, 2011