Still thinking about canis lupus. And that I don't, but want to, live the way I take it, having no choice (after the choice to drop in, of course): at speed despite the blind turns - to not get stuck, or because there isn't room to turn anyway, or because there might be uphills ahead - just hopin' there's no fallen tree, stationary freaked-out person, etc. waiting around the bend, and if there is, oh well, what can I do?; accepting with equanimity and even anticipation and even yelping delight all the EVERYTHING gnarly it throws at me, the big bumps, steeps, narrows, Vs, huge whoopdedos, branches, mini-trees, nasty shadows; fearlessly, or at least despite fear, even laughing at it while in its teeth. Why do I find it enthralling and thoroughly ravishing to the point of literally dreaming about it, why have I gleefully gone through there alone in life/limb-risking defiance of prudence and even official advisement, but *live* COMPLETELY THE OPPOSITE WAY? It doesn't make sense.