Hmmm. Friday the 13th. You would think that TODAY would be the day I'd splatter twice on the bike, not yesterday.
Dumbass that I am, I can't resist going for a ride this morning. Don't feel too bad - I'm pretty stiff, but it usually takes about 48 hours before the real shit kicks in. Can't wait until tomorrow.
I managed to do a really slow-paced 20 mile ride. Not bad considering. I rode really tentatively, though.
Finished packing during the afternoon and met the gang at the Ale House for my last meal in town. Here's what a sundown looks like from the deck there:
A few of the regulars. Hey, where's the Beal's????