Singlespeedster

Day 3, that morning we got up and breakfasted like kings on blueberry pancakes. Then saddled up for an east to west jaunt across the park.





Somewhere right along in this section a wolf crossed over the trail a few hundred feet in front of me. Yes a wolf. I’ve seen enough coyote to know the difference. He was a big tall grey rangy arrangement that moved in a very canid fashion.





And after several hours of pleasant riding, we arrived at Locust point, which was to be our home for the next two nights.







Can we talk about that big hole again? It was just mesmerizing. The light was evanescent, crepuscular, seraphic. Always changing. I couldn’t put down the camera.