Fanning Files
August 18, 2021
By Me
I believed I could do it. Racing toward the tunnel entry on my single speed bicycle fitted with a metal handlebar clamp that cuddled a flashlight. The light, powered by a pair of C batteries, offered little more than a dim narrow beam.
As I sped through the tunnel entrance the enormous wooden doors stood open and still, streams of water flowed on either side created by water that rained down through the stone ceiling of the pass, from springs that pushed through cracks in the rock. Bi...
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