And even more 1000′ higher at my camp last night.
Good thing we rode Sheep last weekend, the high country is closing out until ski season.
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.
And even more 1000′ higher at my camp last night.
Good thing we rode Sheep last weekend, the high country is closing out until ski season.
How much snow is predicted for the upcoming race?
Just got our first bit here as well.
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