The Knot lot, reduced to a single parking space.
The fun begins.
Some wore bike helmets, another wore a running vest. What the hell is going on here?
Having been warned of a firm 8:30 taco deadline that night due to snow-induced transportation issues, the three returned to the Knot Hole promptly at 8 and change. Too early! The bar was full with eaters and drinkers; Trainwreck was only half drunk. Tacos were phat!
In the meantime, rain melted some of all that snow. Then it snowed again, and we're back to a nice 48" snowpack. If you want to ride, give Cappy a call. Unless Cappy is feeling like some snow play?