Flying from Hobart to Canberra, to Adelaide to LAX. Crashing in the hotel with mates. Many beers, jet lag – let’s jag.

Run down, but the back of the work is broken. So how about feel it. Ride, rest, relax.

I ride past a colourful house, and some metal rusted figures. Too quick to pass us by. No time to take a snap. Oh well, so much time. I suppose I’ll commit it to memory.

Care for the Eastern Sierra.

Radical inclusion.