The Sturgeon Moon

 "If you want to write a song about the moon

Walk along the craters of the afternoon

When the shadows are deep and the light is alien

And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement..."

(Simon)

I was tossed about whether it would be alright to miss another Bud's Ride finish for a second week. I mean the Up and Over Loop was nice and all, a release from being cooped up in the office all day, but it wasn't until the moon began to rise above that bank of sunset pink clouds, cotton candy filling the eastern horizon, that the last thread of sprinting wheels was sugar rushed away. Slooshing along one final bit of trail before heading out and home, pulling hard into a left, carrying speed and letting the wheels run three-quarters up the embankment, and there it was. It was big and certainly looked full, and had I gone out to the Bud's I would have missed it entirely.

over the dam, the basin and up canyon are all in shadow now, only the peaks remain alive in the light

it is called the Sturgeon Moon in August and, technically, won't be full until tonight (Thursday)