Paperclip

The hours on the road and path have me thinking about what is rolling under me, I swear I saw a sram shifter out there today. Odd finds make the time go. My head goes away and sits back on the beach, coming back to now when I need to think about getting across this piece of ice or to avoid that elk carcass. Ice is less important, roll straight, if it grabs the front wheel, well, there you go.