I had been on the road since six a.m. in the heat, and it wasn’t getting any cooler as the day wore on into evening and darkness. Finally I was beginning to get tired.
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August 2011
I watched the bike merge into traffic. His ride was loaded with a tent, a sleeping bag and probably more camping gear in the saddlebags. He must have been coming from a campground just a few miles to the south.
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The ubiquitous snowplow turnout in Northwestern Ontario, surrounded by trash and highlighting a shitty diaper discarded by a hapless traveler in search of a trash bin.
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Who can say no to a hitch-hiking girl working out with a hula-hoop by the side of the road? Not I.
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