Things looked good for awhile apart from a pesky headwind. Of course the headwind would soon be a distant memory as the front unleashed its full weight.
|A gentle reminder, like it was needed|
|Crickey, even time for a picnic|
|Spokes? How many do you need? 32 -8 = ?|
|The last gate!|
|A wet but happy Jasper|
|Are you sure? I thought the church we started at was Anglican?|
|Please wake me up from this, I dreamt I was cold, wet and tired|