Hair on fire, the Black Pearl and I sped back into the forest. As we started into the trees, everything became still and silent. So still, you could feel it. You could almost cut it. There was no wind, no rustling of branches, no leaves swirling, no squirrels dropping seed cones and chattering at your presence, no squealing mountain bike brakes, no equestrians, no hikers, no trail runners, no fishermen, no bighorn sheep, no bugs, no rattlesnakes sunning on trail rocks, no small pebbles pinging against my bike's frame, no politicians, no unions, no yuppies, no dinks, no deer, no bear, no anything else - just my breathing. I had the Roxborough Loop, in its entirety, to myself. Silence! Even Dieter and Wolfgang - silent!
Being a big fan of silence, I dedicate today's blog to silence. If it's too silent, perform a mouse-over for a caption and read aloud. ;) Enjoy!