Well loyal and rabid fans of the NECS it is that time of the year when the trails and backroads of Coburn, PA roar with the sound of pain, suffering and celebration as the Wilderness 101 rolls through the region.
It is time to, like Mr. Bond, go all in.The entire year has been tailored for one goal, to make my hip last until that finish line pint glass is firmly in my grip. Once in hand I should be able to suffer through the next 2 weeks before I lay my head down for that fantastic nap that comes on when the anethesiologist puts you down for the count.
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