If I have one chance before the Titan Derby to prove myself capable of winning, this is the race to do it. A long race. Thirty-two furlongs. Four miles of track stretching deep into the forest, looping through the trees, and returning. I can spot the finish line from my place inside the gate, but...
A jazz band plays on a stage, and a few circular tables dot the outskirts of a parquet dance floor. A white light shines an illuminated GB over a jockey’s shoulders as she dances with her partner. “Does that GB stand for Goat Bagels?” Magnolia asked. “Sounds reasonable,” I say. “Or maybe Gigabyte...
We face problem after problem: falling trees that nearly flatten us, unrelenting rain, chronic fatigue, insect stings … the list feels never ending. The race feels never ending. Mostly, we do what we can to survive each day. We eat and drink what the jungle provides. We share stories and memories...