Given my five mile bog slog home in mud of varying flavors and textures (ask me how I know) that made the downhill feel like steeper uphill than the uphill (still frozen) in the morning, I love seeing others take on muck, slop, ooze, splat, peanut butter, et al. Someday I’ll brush it off and the Hunqabeam will weigh half. Sardonic grin. Advanced bag matching tip (works really well for mismatched kanga pouch on a saddlesack): ride mud! Everything matches!
Oh, and I got to the upper mountain meadow, sunny side, all wet from the chinook melting it with the sun and was greeted by the first tantelizing tank of sage and other herbs waking. Oh. My. Grin. With abandon, Patrick -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
