We walk together.
Longer than we imagined.
We know the trail well.
We know where to help each other.
There are no wrong turns.
We know all the trails.
Some dead end at boulders.
Others make loops.
One goes up and over the ridge line.
Another follows the arroyo east.
We pass by strangers.
We hear snippets of their stories.
We hear mountain bike bells.
We hear thrashers and towhees.
We never ascend to the crest.
We remain below the tree line.
We never doubt
our return to the trail head.
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