BST to Freedom hills, home on the road. This winter isn't much like last winter. The actual road is under 1.5' of snow and ice. Footing was horrible between Parrish and Ricks Creek; I mostly had to walk. This was a good thing, because my fitness is as horrible as the footing. I seriously considered abandoning the effort, but pressed on, hoping to find something that eludes me this year. Alas, I didn't find my mojo. But it was a beautiful morning. The skies were mostly clear, obscured only by clouds, not smog. Just before Lone Pine Creek, I heard an eagle cry twice.
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