On Saturday I ride to the canyon. There is a chill in the air and I wear my fisherman's sweater. When I look up into the mountains I see that the leaves of the aspen trees have turned colour making the whole mountainside a beautiful shade of gold against the deep blue sky... I pedal hard and fast, anxious to reach the canyon.... Wolf is there, waiting for me. 'Where've you been, Tiger?'
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