Riding on remote, county roads listening to my tires hum, birds sing and the wind rustling the leaves of the old oak trees at the side of the road was complete bliss.
Ah, the crackling of the fire, the distant fireworks, the yelling of the kids in the campground, the planes buzzing overhead... Eventually it all quieted down and there it was, the wind rustling in the leaves, an owl, and a woodpecker chipping away at some tree.
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