A storm was blowin' into the Grand Valley this afternoon, and with it Mary's hands swelled up before my very eyes. She can forecast a storm far more accurately than the weatherman. With Mary out and Gus feeling his 94 years, I went out alone.
Going alone is good, especially when ride plans call for finding new trail, or as it surely always ends up...hiking a bike through rocks and scratchy plants while looking for new trail. When you're alone, nobody complains, nobody whines. You go your own pace and you stop when you want.