It’s snake season, has been for a while. Lots a posts ’bout sitings. Haven’t seen but one this year. Seen plenty in the past. Ivrun’em over. Dodged ’em. Jump’d ’em. There’s something about being on a bike that gives courage.
I’d never pick one up. Not my thing.
The snakes are durable.
The tarantulas aren’t, they’re quite fragile.
These big spiders will be out soon, in the afternoon. You can find them on most skinny single-track trails in these parts, when it’s hot… towards sunset.
Creeping along.
No danger.
Elegant.
… Neil Diamond’s in down next week.
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