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| Sister Bets and Jon. Since Eberlizing me a few months ago, Jon's life has pretty much lacked purpose. He's off to Portland. See ya buddy. |
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| Pia Mission. |
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| Simulation. |
Midnight Century is just a few days away. It's going to be a grind this year. I've barely ridden since coming to the river: a handful of rides with some buddies and Sister Bets, but generally it's been family hanging, fishing, swimming, floating, and cheap-beer swilling.
All in all, I'm not on track to break my Midnight Century time from last year. I'm thinking 7:30-8 hours. Maybe a tad longer if I attempt to enjoy it. Bike: Elephant with Hetres.
See you there.
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| Pat Rick. He's into the fishing. |
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| Technically, the best picture I've taken for a while. It was a fluke. I accidently had the camera on "full auto" mode. So it popped the flash for a nice fill light. I used to remember to do that. |
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| After we tipped the canoe in the big bad "rapids." Even though we were both PFD'd and the "rapids" consisted of about 1-foot waves, and the water was just past our knees -- even considering all of this, it was still pretty freaky. There's a great moment when bad things happen -- that one-half of one-half of a second where you know what's going to happen, but don't know how it will end. That's livin! |
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| Wife Liza visited this weekend. Going two weeks without Liza hangs is not great and makes me more of a grump than I might otherwise be. |
Maddie and I are coming home Friday. Then off to Seattle for a few days for Sister Bets and soon-to-be BIL-Andy's wedding. Then Maddie and I are back to the river for a proper vacation finish. Liza, poor thing, continues to work. I guess someone has to.
Much pondering of the future has happened on this vacation. This is normal vacation mind-wander. But getting in some extra time has really helped separate the fantasy vacation-think-chaff from the meaty mind-wheat. And apparently makes for really awkward metaphors too.
More to come on both fronts.
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| The cheap fat bike has found it's home for sure. It's popular around here. Sister Bets had a sweet front basket on it while she was here. I need to re-work that. Without easy load hauling, the utility of this bike is limited. If I were super-motivated, I might consider a giant hacked porteur style set up. You cannot screw up this steering down any more than it already is. |
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| Turns out Beth has some chops: she manual'd the fat daddy about 50 yards. |
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| Local critters. |
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| Maddie driving. This picture was taken upside down and all the smart photo-editing software apparently likes it that way. I've run into this before. I can't believe there's not an img element in html that lets you just hack this out. Web nerds: let me know. |
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| Karaoke. A lot of Taylor Swift happened there. |
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| Beth: witnessing my perpetual skunkitude on the fishing front. At about 7 AM. Actually, we had a good day on Saturday. Two walleyes and a rainbow. We ate them. Verily. |
