Couple times a year we gather as siblings and help Mom & Dad stock up on winter wood for the stove. Decided to ride the ~18mi out to get some miles in and earn that great country breakfast Mom whips up for us at halftime (work 3 hours, eat, work slower for 3 hours). Road into the morning sunrise, past some fields and farms I hauled hay for 20 years ago, past the house where I first kissed my wife at a college party nearly that long ago. Miss that El Camino. These are good days.

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