🦊 I bike past this rusty fox all the time, and I always think to myself that there must be a great view of the valley and the river from up there. So the time had come to grab my gloves, scramble up the hill, and climb onto the rusty fox. It’s a good thing it’s perched so high on the rock—they didn’t bother taking it down when they dismantled the power line.
















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