I love hiking in beautiful places. On our way back from our anniversary weekend, Heather and I climbed up one side of a mountain off of Independence Pass. It was perfect weather. We were having a great time.
Then one of my little prejudices crept in. Maybe a mile from the road and 1000’ up, I heard a stream of Harley Davidson motorcycles.
I support freedom of choice. But I also appreciate it when people think of others. That loud pap‐pap‐pap noise made its way into my otherwise pristine experience.
I’m weak. Mufflers help me.