BrownhillsBob's #365daysofbiking
October 15th - By the time I reached Chasewater, the dusk was settling in. Over the depleted lake, the Sailing Club looked forlorn and spare; it’s remaining members must now be praying for rain and a miracle. There was a huge gull roost, however, and the surface of the water was white with birds loafing in the early evening.

October 15th - By the time I reached Chasewater, the dusk was settling in. Over the depleted lake, the Sailing Club looked forlorn and spare; it’s remaining members must now be praying for rain and a miracle. There was a huge gull roost, however, and the surface of the water was white with birds loafing in the early evening.

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