A great opening line to an essay
by Mr. Sheehy
Cody and Mark had no good reason to stop here, this insignificant slice of trail on the Middle Fork of the Willamette River. No intersection, no mechanical, no gnarly drop-in. Yet there they stood, motionless, frozen.
“Mountain lion,” was all Cody had to say.
The woods don’t frighten me. After years of experience and many hard knocks, fear is an infrequent companion on my mountain bike rides, like a friend who’s now tied down with children, rarely joining my weekend excursions. But there it was again, dressed up as a man-sized cat with a four-foot tail, somewhere out in the foliage.
A great opening to Spencer Powlison’s essay in Velo News