I pass this house a lot on my rides out to High Cliff. I love the bones of it. It has such mystery. I always wonder why it was left to ruin. I bet it used to be a charmer.
It took about an hour to get there from my house, but only 35 minutes to get home... thanks to the wind. My legs are feeling it now. But my mind is thanking me. I had forgotten that I was actually getting exercise. I just got lost in the colors of the season.
Tonight when I asked about the MP3 player that Reece had in his back pack, he said ....
"But then you can't hear the sounds of the wilderness, like 'Get off the road you crazy biker!'. So peaceful."Always my clown.
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