No foolin', in a quarter-centrury of crawling the woods of the Desoto National Forest, yesterday was the best. Dry conditions combined with a downpour the night before left all the small creeks roaring on their way down to the Tuxachanie. The effect was more like rushing mountain streams, rather than their usual sleepy meanders. All the noise actually surprised me a couple of times. No pics of all this goings-on though, my phone camera couldn't do it justice. Here's one of the bike:
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