We saw it at Munson tonight, not the biggest fox squirrel in the forest, but an indigo black pelt. S’quatch will tell you he may have seen some grey, but he did not. He just can’t let himself believe. We got off the bikes to try and verify, but there is no chance of seeing a black squirrel that does not want to be seen.
We met Dan from Tampa, and directed him here to this place that used to be about bikes, and now is a place about what will happen next- and bikes. So hi Dan, good ride tonight.
There is an awful lot of Young Goodman Brown going on around here, putting in earnest effort toward forthright goals naive to the forces that wield power over you in darkness. Are we born in a state of infinite grace that we erode with human weakness? Are we born in a moral vacuum that must be filled with meaning and virtue, squeezed into the inky void with the bellows of ambition?
I don’t know man. I mean I got no idea. I just want more sunny days, more lazy ways, less 401k’s.