We walked. We stood. And we walked some more. We wore ourselves out.
I don’t know who Tim was, or is, or why someone wanted him to go faster.
These concrete barriers were an unexpected sight when turning a corner on a twisting mountain road in a national park. They are not unusual on mountain roads around these parts. The rocks break away and fall to the road. I just wasn’t expecting such a feature of urbanisation in a national park.
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