On the Border

I thought while I fought the crosswinds’ relentless rattling, why do I subject myself to this?┬áThese conditions, the mechanical panic of being stranded, or having critical gear fly off the bike due to my own stupidity.

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Stansbury Island

This is where I discovered I wasn’t alone as I thought, though the good souls visiting the eddy would not have been ideal to ask for assistance since they were all naked. Yep.