This is on top of a ridge where Douthat state park and George Washington National Forest meet. The smell of the wild roses was awesome and there was a great eastern breeze up on the ridge line.
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Ah, Douthat, fantastic riding that runs ya through the ringer on the SS.
Hit it at least once a year, every year, at Thanksgiving with some friends--we all end up in that area for the holiday and there's no way I'm passing up all that endless climbing and downhilling.
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