After laboring these 18 years it’s time for a walk
The dust storm bore down like something out of the Sahara. Before being swallowed up, I turned my head toward the clear skies in which logging truck was headed at breakneck speed along gravel road, and had the brilliant idea of following. Serendipity’s nudge shortened my bike ride from 13 miles to 7.5. I’d no … More After laboring these 18 years it’s time for a walk