Notice how Bambi crashed on both snow and dirt. My reconnaissance this morning revealed similarly varied snow depths.
Looks like it's possible to piece something together. Early feedback suggests we won't have enough riders to fill all the traditional Mardi Gras Indian roles (Big Chief, Wild Man, Flag Boy, and Spy Boy) but I doubt we will run into any rival tribes so it won't matter too much.
Last week was excellent prep for tonight. Rain pounded Will and I throughout the whole ride. We toured the dirty steeps of Placerville and then dined at Heyday Cafe.
Out. But I did get a subzero bike commute in this morning and then dispatched with the nose cover, baliclava, and overmits for a balmy mid20s one home just a few minutes ago. Mixed in an XC ski dog walk before work for ... gimme a sec to calculate ... day 66 str8 with skis on. Have not stopped since furlough. Laissez bon temps rouler! Good chance I end up at Charlie B's too this eve. Legit cajun food served from a tiny kitchen in the back of Missoula's very best dive. When the day comes for FT3M, Charlie's is certainly on the docket.
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DeleteCrawfish pie, rye, Cold Smoke. No passion juice or I'd have had a Hurricane.