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A snowy, treacherous trail. |
February, ca 2013
Again, I am terrible amazed of this northern country. Mounting up on Ol' Black Tahoe but moments past, we lit out on clear trail to wander the Yellowstone River what meanders here through Paradise Valley but a brief ride distant. Yet having rid only a few mile from edge of town, the snow did come quick and full. In the tickin' of but a few swift minute on my pocket watch, fully a inch of the white powder colored the ground and is now still hard fallin'. Praiseful I am for the sojourner's gear I tote in my sack, for I fired up my iPhone and took to the weather app for learnin's of what might be sky's dreadful intent. Having made note of snowfall being a day-long event, and harsh winds and cold chill partnerin' with it, and fearin Ol' Black Tahoe might lose purchase on comin trail and us two no longer viewers of that Yellowstone but part and parcel of it, I turned tail and rid hard for the barn where now Ol' Black Tahoe is at rest. And I warmin' my bones within this dwelling. Grateful I am that we will be breathing still to ride another day. I have not died today. And that is a fine thing. Yours truly…
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