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Click here for full story of: Baja Blow Out! The last time we stopped at their crumbled shack, they were gone. In fact, one could barely see where the shack had been. The harsh unforgiving land had forgotten them.
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Click here for full story of: Rubicon Rogues To our trails we come back, though it's not for a lack, of other things to do; The adrenaline will pour, as your muscles get sore, and your mind is born again new;
A days hard ride with friends at your side,
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Click here for full story of: False Witness Before tribal forefathers recorded history the only stories where those told from generation to generation, this is one of my favorites...
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Click here for full story of: The Horse Trader How must he feel, as his rider lies still, stalking, silently they stay Wild horse pursued, freedom will soon elude, broken spirit by end of day.
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