Ramblings fueled by Life, Food & Cycling
@ 39.51 n 106.06 w
The growing season is a few months old but the low hanging fruit already is full with juice. Listening carefully to the sounds of the lactic acid grabbing onto the fibers in my legs, knowing it only gets better and reaps better things in the spring. If you are already out there you know, real spring at 9000 feet, rare treat, good rewards and always warm, the furnace burns hot, a March Harvest is early if you do it wrong, if you manage it right, it all lines up like termites to the cabin.