Puddle Skimming
Funny how things work up against the mountains. The wind might be blowing thunderous, enough so to cancel a mountain bike race, yet three, four towns over not so much as a calm sigh of air to worry the late season leaves still clinging to their trees. Anyway, this morning was a classic case of when one door closes, another opens up. With no race to get to, i was free to just ride.
"... Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been..."
It was a good day to head up and over the dam, in fact so good that if the Rams game wasn't starting in the afternoon, i would have slung a camelbak over my shoulders and headed further up canyon. Well, there's always next weekend. Anyway, as you can see the rains have left quite a substantial puddle of water behind the dam, and the creek is wide and frothy. Very amenable conditions for a little two-wheeled adventure.
Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on."
(Hunter, Lesh, Garcia, Weir)
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