"I stood watching her as she slumbered, her form outlining my many memories not long ago of our graceful movements as we rolled side to side, twisting through the morning air meeting a mix of shear excitement that catches the very breath exhaled, if only for a moment before the next rush of limitless pleasure..."
There are few things finer that standing next to your bike with a cup of coffee on a Saturday morning, anticipating where you are headed next and anxiously awaiting that moment your thumb hits the starter and that light that the week has systemically diminished brightens back to full luminance in seconds.
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| Still snow at the summit of Blewett. |
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| Yes, that is the grin of satisfaction. |
A morning run up Blewett Pass in a self-made Luftwaffe lane that got the blood moving the right speed with a more casual run back down home to put together breakfast before thinking of what afternoon run I was headed on.
So I told Mrs RedTigre we were headed ---> that direction (East) and ran up Pine Canyon, through Waterville, over to Moses Coulee/Sage Flats road and the back way into Ephrata, Quincy, and back into Wenatchee
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| Moses Coulee through Coulee Meadows |
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| Photo Op |
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| In the canyon |
I love Saturdays...
So I told Mrs RedTigre we were headed ---> that direction (East) and ran up Pine Canyon, through Waterville, over to Moses Coulee/Sage Flats road and the back way into Ephrata, Quincy, and back into Wenatchee
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