I haven't written anything since the Southern Oregon Time Trial Series got over. Some might think that I am bummed out because Vern beat me again. Not true. I'd rather beat him but it doesn't bother me to lose to him on the road. I was surprised though, in the last race when he caught me and passed me, on an uphill. I knew he was faster going downhill but I thought I was faster going up. I learned something that kind of explains why he's as tough as he is. He told me he went to college on a swimming and water polo scholarship. WATER POLO! Those guys are animals. That's got to be the most physically demanding sport there is. He may look like a softy, but he's not.
I'm racing the mountain bike next weekend at Mudslinger up west of Corvallis. Should be better than last year when it snowed. I'm racing the sport class this year. Three years as a beginner is pushing it.
Yesterday we went on a ride into the mountains with Frank and Sally. We drove up highway 199 to Patricks Creek, turned up Patrick's Creek Road and drove up Shelly Creek and over the mountain to Obrian, OR. Nice drive.
This is what it looks like up on top.
We came across a Darlintonia bog. Interesting plant.
This is what it looks like up on top.
We came across a Darlintonia bog. Interesting plant.
