I was late to Andrew’s ride
I thought I’d catch them on Old Buck
It soon became clear that I had the trails to myself…
It was good…crisp..the only sounds were my breathing, brake squeal
. . . → Read More: Early morning ride on Mt. Seymour
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I was late to Andrew’s ride I thought I’d catch them on Old Buck
It soon became clear that I had the trails to myself…
It was good…crisp..the only sounds were my breathing, brake squeal
. . . → Read More: Early morning ride on Mt. Seymour A delayed write up from a couple weeks ago… We woke to the sound of rain, but this time it was rain slamming against the skylights instead of the sound of rain from Beryl’s white noise machine. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, but we decided to haul ourselves out of bed and head . . . → Read More: through the looking glass After having vainly looked for a Mexican venue for our weekly Engineering lunches, we were rewarded this week with a recently opened Mexican Deli in Burnaby, as well as Groupon coupons to the restaurant. Today we set out with high hopes, through unpleasant drizzly Vancouver weather to Los Compadres!
mmmmm, Nachos on Special. But, soon disappointment joined . . . → Read More: denooner dejeuner dedowner |
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