Saturday, March 10, 2007
The sun shone through the clouds illuminating the vibrant green grasses. Brilliant pinks and yellows of the flowers popped out against the black lava and granite, and the trail exuded a sensual mocha. The mighty river flowed forever on splitting states apart while uniting the country. Hundreds of millions of tons of goods flowed along in the Matchbox trucks and boats below. Our tires caressed silky corners and tiptoed across poky rocks periodically lifting skyward finding a temporary solace from the rugged terrain.
Todd was loving it shredding it as only he does and Laurie was analyzing and dissecting the gnarly technical sections confidently. It was a perfect day on the Syncline.