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She closed the laptop, paid for a cup of black coffee, and walked outside. Rocinante leaned against a hitching post, panniers sagging. A new trail waited somewhere east, beyond the painted hills.

But Kate was already on the road, somewhere in the Ochoco National Forest, where cell signal came in weak bursts, like a dying flashlight. kateelife bike

She had just climbed a brutal 12-mile grade when she found the coyote. She closed the laptop, paid for a cup

Kate had always measured her life in miles per hour. She closed the laptop

Finally, she wrote: