The roads were bending at insane crazy hairpin angles. From the bottom of the mountain they were a formidable, terrifyingly beautiful sight. To hit those roads was like an invitation to the other side. But this was where I wanted to be, in the higher ground.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
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