Bikepacking Thoughts | Friday Poetry
Bikepacking Thoughts Up the gravel road the bikepacker breathes deep. And then curses those who made this road so steep….
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Dark Sky | Friday Poetry
Dark sky looms above. Gravel kicks up on the road. Bikepacker rolls by. -thebidon
As I climb | Friday Poetry
As I climb, the breeze rushes gently by. Up this steep mountain pass, the elevation slowly climbs. Cold and thin…