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Much of the snow was melted by that time, but there were several patches here and there. After a couple of days of being a little disoriented in my own backyard, the white stuff regressed and the familiar landscape became more apparent. Snow melt runoff increased the level of local creeks.
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Oh, by the way, if you pedal across a bridge on a bicycle, you can still hear it gurgling by...and even on short rides, senses are tickled by a thousand other things not available to the inside of a car.
Try it sometime.
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