Wriggling Around the Evening Ride

Once strava came around, it opened up like a can of worms and, ever since, there've been folks wriggling around all over the place.

I could have used that analogy Monday; the past two evenings...

well, not so much. No extra wheels running up behind me, no reason to disbelieve that I was the fastest one rolling along the trails, bumping over rocks, dodging around bunnies and quail, and keeping one eye on the setting sun.

I bet someone bumped over those rocks, their water bottle jumped out, and they never knew it until they reached down and grabbed... nothing

last light on the peaks