Four 10 lb. bags of ice with room to spare...
Sunday, September 2, 2012
It was the final day of my final Summer Micro-adventure. The day dawned beautifully, sunny skies and temperatures in the low 60's. I was slow to get out of bed. These were perfect sleeping conditions. I turned my head to the right and looked out the window of my camper. Nothing but trees and sky atop the mountain upon which I chose to make camp.
How far did I ride? Uhhhh - I don't know. What was my average speed? Don't know that neither. I didn't even bother to turn on my cycle computer. Today was not about distance or speed or cadence or heart rate or power. I stopped at every scenic overview. I took pictures.
As I slowly rode upward, I noticed something black just off the side of the road and a few feet ahead. Then that something moved and I realized it was a black bear. I startled it as much as it startled me. It took off running into the brush just as I stood on the pedals and hammered uphill. Realizing neither of us were a threat to the other we both stopped and looked at one another. Then the bear went its was and I continued riding to the top.
It was a simple, but epic ride. Perfect weather and breathtaking scenery and close encounters with wildlife. What better way to celebrate and remember it but than to toast it with a pint of Ordinary Bitter and put it into words.