~Snap Shot~

I opened the throttle wide. The old DRZ 400 dirt bike still had a healthy amount of yee-haw cowboy. It felt good to be riding again. The bike had been apart for six or seven years. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of riding a motorbike, the wind, the weather, and even the bugs in your teeth. Its magical. 

I pulled into the tall grass and followed an old trail into the bush. It zigged and zagged its way up to a long hogback hill. Young berry bushes and poplar saplings had begun to overgrow the road. Brown eyed Susans and baby bells dotted color into the brush. The bike cut swiftly through it all. 

I made my way following a faint memories guide, left here, right there, until the path opened up and dropped steeply down the 100ft hill. Carefully circling around the crest I peered down the daunting slope. After finding spot flat enough to park, I pulled out my camera. 

I stood atop the tallest hill and looked across the land. 

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