Forgot to mention in the last post I saw a bear near, none other than, bear pass while biking Friday morning. I went out for a lap and was coming down that section of singletrack after Suicide Hill, weaving back and forth towards Bulhead lake when I hear this noise and was expecting a deer, saw big black movement thought it was a moose and instead it was a nice size black bear. Of course I didn't have my camera with but not sure I was going to stop and take a pic anyways and give the bear other ideas. The picture above was taken by the Carol the neighbor who lives near that section of singletrack at the end of Bullhead Lake trail. I talked to Ted, her husband, in the evening to see if they had seen it and they said in the morning they heard this noise that sounded like some type of crying. The bear had hit their electric fence they have to keep the horses in the back yard. The bear got startled and ran 30ft up a tree. It came back down only to hit the fence again so it went back up. Finally Ted cut the power to the fence and it came down and went on its way. He said that was at 7:30am and I figured I was near bear pass around 7:45am.
The first thing I always do in the morning is check the hot tub. Last night someone blew chunks on the hot tub heater. I couldn't believe it. After the rebuild and all. Such drama. Well, it was more probably more like 4am. My mom was pulling the super late shift and flexing the guns, being the big security boss, making sure something really stupid didn't happen. After things cleared out she went home. This morning when everyone was telling their stories from the night before in the kitchen hall of gossip, I told them my story about the upchuck and somehow the word "crap" came out but Jens thought I said "crack". So Jens and I go down to clean up the mess. I let him have the mop in the hot tub area so he wouldn't have to see the site in the heater room. Jens kept asking, wheres the crack dad, I don't see it, where is it. Jens did quite a fine job mopping by the way. Darn good helper.
Mid afternoon once things settled down, I went out to try and do three laps at race pace, racing against the ghosts of Oftedal. I bonked after two laps, called it a day and hit the hammock and enyoyed the beautiful sunshine and crashed. Speaking of Oftedal. I knew Sam was going to take a win or two this year. I thought Steeple was more of a Paul H type course but don't know what happened. Looking ahead to Afton with all that climbing, I would say Sam is going to rip some more legs off. Can I race Sport?
Forgot to mention in the last post I saw a bear near, none other than, bear pass while biking Friday morning. I went out for a lap and was coming down that section of singletrack after Suicide Hill, weaving back and forth towards Bulhead lake when I hear this noise and was expecting a deer, saw big black movement thought it was a moose and instead it was a nice size black bear. Of course I didn't have my camera with but not sure I was going to stop and take a pic anyways and give the bear other ideas. The picture above was taken by the Carol the neighbor who lives near that section of singletrack at the end of Bullhead Lake trail. I talked to Ted, her husband, in the evening to see if they had seen it and they said in the morning they heard this noise that sounded like some type of crying. The bear had hit their electric fence they have to keep the horses in the back yard. The bear got startled and ran 30ft up a tree. It came back down only to hit the fence again so it went back up. Finally Ted cut the power to the fence and it came down and went on its way. He said that was at 7:30am and I figured I was near bear pass around 7:45am.
The first thing I always do in the morning is check the hot tub. Last night someone blew chunks on the hot tub heater. I couldn't believe it. After the rebuild and all. Such drama. Well, it was more probably more like 4am. My mom was pulling the super late shift and flexing the guns, being the big security boss, making sure something really stupid didn't happen. After things cleared out she went home. This morning when everyone was telling their stories from the night before in the kitchen hall of gossip, I told them my story about the upchuck and somehow the word "crap" came out but Jens thought I said "crack". So Jens and I go down to clean up the mess. I let him have the mop in the hot tub area so he wouldn't have to see the site in the heater room. Jens kept asking, wheres the crack dad, I don't see it, where is it. Jens did quite a fine job mopping by the way. Darn good helper.
Mid afternoon once things settled down, I went out to try and do three laps at race pace, racing against the ghosts of Oftedal. I bonked after two laps, called it a day and hit the hammock and enyoyed the beautiful sunshine and crashed. Speaking of Oftedal. I knew Sam was going to take a win or two this year. I thought Steeple was more of a Paul H type course but don't know what happened. Looking ahead to Afton with all that climbing, I would say Sam is going to rip some more legs off. Can I race Sport?
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