In which our Swampland is HOT so we do what we always do (we ride)

Summer temps in the 90's are too hot 
for most Native Swamplanders,
including me.




But if we get up early enough, 



and hit the trail while the sun is still waking up



we can make it to the river



before we scorch,



or broil,



or burn.



So, that's what we've been doing.



Even when it's not-as-hot, the river is still a nice destination.



Where do you go when it's too hot to be anywhere else?


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