Post apocolyptic description of spring.

There is a little known truth about Hugh Glass. He is a local hero here in Wyoming, simply because he survived a winter in the wild. It isn't as wild around here as it was then, there being fewer grizzly bears than "Did you Hear About the Morgans" would have you believe, (Hugh Grant being no relation whatsoever to Hugh Glass.) I am starting to see the the breaking of the dawn. It is Spring, and the hardest part about being on a bike is trying to find just the right position for my stomach to rest on the top tube. But I am back on the bicycle.