He is saying something. It sounds like a whisper from a distant room. Not sure how I got here...on the ground. Staring up into the sky listening to my friend speak in a strange language that seems to be composed of nothing but vowels. Then things start to change. Vision is getting clearer. Sounds are sharper. And his rant is making sense......he is asking Me if I am all right. Then I remember that I was riding a Mountain Bike. Those spots you see in your eyes when you hit your head are still there and it becomes clear to me that I have taken a good spill. His words are fragmented and I catch....Endo. Bonk. and Airtime. Then comes the familiar routine of checking everything to see if I have sustained damage......no cuts.....no broken bones.....My pride it seems is all that is scratched.
Mat and I took the bikes out to the River Run. Had a great time buzzing the trails out there. If You go out to the old Timber Trail......just off Split Pass....it seems that the wind has made the trail a little more challenging. There's a tree down on the trail and you will not see it until you're there.
- Chase Savant
- I am a little unhindged. Slightly out of Orbit. I have the blessing and curse of being born with a rare vision, I see the world a little differently than everyone else. I am inspired to share this with everyone I meet. Its more than likely the facet of my character that you will enjoy the most. I write nonstop about my adventures and I truly hope you enjoy them. I want SO badly to be a writer. a writer of any kind. its my primary passion....I couple the love I have for the outdoors with my tangent thought writing and it usually comes out entertaining. My friends have asked me to post Blogs so they can go with me on my journey through life. I have decided to do just that. So come with me....lets see where this takes us.
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