… sure hurts. On Sunday I joined Darrick, Tim, and Janet for a bike ride from Franklin, ID to the summit of Immigration Canyon. Turned out to be about 72 miles round trip, with 4400 feet of climbing in all. I’m proud to say I made it to the top — the hardest ride I’ve ever done. Then we came screaming down (topped out at 45 mph); then I started feeling woozy from heat and exhaustion, and just couldn’t make the last 8 miles. My dear friends left me beneath a tree, got the car, and came back to retrieve my aching carcass. Bit off more than I could chew.
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