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.
To continue the theme of last week’s post; when you’re ~50 straight line miles south of Canada and it is raining at 6000′ on the last day of October, things like this are hard to bear.
Well done gents.
Everyone, go read/watch that whole thread on emptybeer.
For today I must console myself with the ski boots I purchased yesterday, and the fact that with our abundant rain McDonald Creek is almost certainly high enough to float this afternoon.
Thanks for the links Dave, excellent stuff.
Ski boots? Did you find the perfect BC touring boot?! I was just about to pull the trigger on some Rossignol BXC12…
LaSportiva Siderals on the way. Will compliment the Rossi BCX11s, which aren’t perfect but are good enough.
What I find most satisfying about this post is that you chose to use a (mere) four letter word to draw me out.
Huzzah!
P.S. Chose to wear long sleeves for my sunset ride last night. Brrr!
;)
Bedrock & Paradox 
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