So I seemed to be blessed by magical camping spots. On Thursday, after i blogged and took care of the bike It was already two-thirty before I left town. i was hoping to make it to Bay City but I was fighting a fierce headwind most of the way. Usually on flatland I'm able to average 15-17 miles an hour but the wind was keeping me held down to about 9. It feels like I'm being bullied by a mean spirited ball of cotton and it just frustrates me too much. I find myself screaming at the wind and wanting to punch nature in her nose. So I called it a day around thirty miles and pulled into the first camping spot I found. MAGIC. It was lush, had hot showers, and there were wild rabbits everywhere. I couldn't look in any direction without seeing a rabbit grazing on some grass. I paid for the night, went to go find a spot and who was next to me but my two German touring buddies. And not thirty feet from our site was a wide grassy field with two dozen horses roaming around, neighing, clomping, and swishing around in the creek.
2 comments:
Man, Ray,
You're a natural blogger! Makes my blog look sick and pasty. Of course, all this Indian street food is making me look sick and pasty too!
Godspeed,
Andrew, your one-time co-bartender and all superior arm-wrestler/ass-kicker.
Ray
Are you a lesbian?
If you had left the bar even once in the past 5 years you would know that all rabbits outside from pets-r-us are wild.
sb
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