Hit the trail.
Snurb and I had great ambitions today, 50+ miles worth of lake-side trail, leading into Middlefork magic. But instead, we only got a paltry 42. Pishaw.
The incredible onslaught of hills took advantage of our t'aints, mine having only gotten less than 5 hours of sleep the previous night. My trail ride closely paralleled this dog's run on the obstacle course:
The ride was going well, and then my legs took a gigantic shit all over the trail. We decided on a couple of bail-outs, which fortunately had tailwinds. Nevertheless, before our t'aintal regions became fully shredded and our wrists became fully snapped, we managed to properly shred the singletrack leading to CR 72, the waterfall, Hwy 49, Barton Fen, Buick Mine Road, though we had to bail on Shasta. Sorry, buddy.
|Those crazy kids!|
A quick stop for food before arriving at home, where more delicious food awaited me, courtesy of Mrs. Crotch:
Moar to come.
-Casey F. Ryback