Coldspring - 62.12 miles

I'm tired. The detour to Huntsville to kill my clink was lined with pine forests. The state has transitioned and the roadkill of choice is now turtle and possum. The countryside over the last several days is what you imagine countryside to be like. Why I'm watching What Not To Wear, I'm not quite sure.

8.9 ave - 27.1 max -1847.5 odo - 6:54:20 time

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Anonymous said…
I love that you're watching What Not to Wear.
March 24, 2007 at 11:11:00 AM MDT
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