By Woody Pope
Today we hand over the keys to the new owners of our old house- 5pm. With our bikes being the last things to move, I had visions of Hali and I riding off, cold beer in one hand, leash in the other (look, no hands!) into the sunset the half mile to our new house.
Instead, Carlos and I trudged the Woody
bike, one cold bare hand, leash in the other, onto the half mile glacier to our new house.
Riding off on a Glacier?
It’s all good. The Woody
is back in its new house, with a cold one waiting for Woody in the fridge.
New visions of Costa Rica at Christmas, Pura Vida!