Bikepacking Thoughts | Friday Poetry

Bikepacking Thoughts

Up the gravel road the bikepacker breathes deep.
And then curses those who made this road so steep.
Then damns himself for all the gear that he packed, like the 3 beers in his damn fanny pack.
Still, slowly he climbs up the high mountain pass.
Quickly forgetting those thoughts that never do last.



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