ZigZag

(posted 1/05/08)

We started that Saturday, biking into the sunrise.

We ran off of windfall apples, lauraballs, peanut butter, blackberries, salal, chocolate, huckleberries, and something woodsorrell-esh.

We trudged endless switchbacks, inspected soft huckle-colored bear poop, and found the perfect overlook for sleeping on, just as the sun began creeping away giving our bowl of mountains a bright tangerine rim.







Awoke,
descended,
discovered downhill, both ways.

flew -

and later,
good food, good friends.

郝鹿路,生日快乐