will choose to let their body be ripped from their head before they loosen their blood sucking chompers.
It was raining at sea level but by the time I made it up to the pass I was biking beside a snow plow.
They turned around and backed off, but they had read my bluff
My heart was pounding in my chest. This was by far the most fearful moment of the journey.
Apart from cycling on the suicidal highways this seemed to be the most dangerous move of the trip.
I found myself staring into the eyes of a cow moose and her calf.
I was far from lost, I just didn’t know where the trail was…