6/29/17 The Wanderlust is a serious disease

As soon as the sun refuses to set, our roots shrivel and we yearn for another run. Tomorrow we kick off the nation's birthday by putting the boot to our kickstand and heading north. Mink Pond for the weekend, then up into the Great White North. New territory, new adventures and us together again on the road. The anticipation is electrifying.

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