|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.|
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.
|Pat Rick. He's into the fishing.|
|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.|
|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.
|Turns out Beth has some chops: she manual'd the fat daddy about 50 yards.|
|Karaoke. A lot of Taylor Swift happened there.|
|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.