I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
Mostly packed.
Laundry done.
Bikes ready.
Leaving tomorrow afternoon, crashing north of the rez. Hanging and errand running in Moab, maybe a trip down Joe’s Ridge in the afternoon, then eating and few hours of sleep before zero hour. Hopefully M and Marni can snag us a campsite, and then kick back and take it all in over eggs Sunday morning.
See you Monday.
Lotsa speed this week, my legs are screaming to stop it. Time for sleep and rest from here on out. See ya for the epic.
Good luck! Can’t wait to hear all about it.
Best of luck, have a good time, and ride safe.
Bedrock & Paradox 
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