gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mushroom ears must be my third trip to this particular ski hill, that in itself is a little strange. the day was winding down though so tara and i decided it'd be best to make our way home before we were forced to ride our bikes in the dark. the country roads are enough of a challenge during daylight hours. though before splitting tara tuned me into a bed of wild mushrooms growing on the bank of a creek that intersected a few of the smaller runs. i strapped our skis and boots to the bikes while she harvested a large paper bag worth. going to and from the creek she got several soakers and had to wear her ski boots home. i wore her wet running shoes home on my head, laces tied to my ears.
12:47 p.m. - Tuesday, Jan. 07, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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