at least it's water does.
It's best known as the biggest suckers in the game of three card monty LA played in order to steal all their land and water a hundred years ago.
What's left is a dusty wasteland without any water that becomes more barren the further south one travels.
The wind, channeled between nine thousand foot peaks on both sides, steadily roared every which way but at our backs. However,
with my own private bike path I simply pedaled on.
The valley had the last laugh though...and let this be a lesson...
if after riding for 70 miles with only the slightest hints of green,
you stumble across a shady, smooth, grassy pasture with magnificent arching trees...
there is a reason it is green,
there is a reason the trees are magnificent.
And if that reason starts in the middle of the night there will be problems.
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