Locally, Michaux isn’t called such by many. You might say to friends and family that you’re going mtbing at Caledonia, or up by Laurel Lake. Some know it as South Mountain.
Another three days of riding there resulted in happiness. I’ve always liked this poem by Wang Wei, from the 8th Century:
You Asked about My Life. I Send You, Pei Dei, These Lines.
A wide icy river floats to far uncertainty. The autumn rain is eternal in the mist. You ask me about Deep South Mountain. My heart knows it is beyond white clouds.
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