YAY WE LIVE HERE!

Today Team YWLH (YAY! we live here) went out and rambled around the hood. Headed out over there, then over there, then there, then up there, back down there, and finally over there before heading home. If you lived here, you'd know what I'm talking about. But you don't. Or maybe you do, but you weren't on this ride. Where were you?! YAY, we live here!

We started out at The Beach. The grass is so high from all the rain this year that you could barely see the trail.

In my opinion, this is the funnest and longest downhill singletracks in the area.

Ok, enough of that. (Inside joke about a blog roll argument that happened on OffCamber many years ago.) I think it's funny but you probably don't.

The black-eyed susan's are still blooming in this meadow on Singletrack Mtn.

But like I was saying, the YWLH team (the Redneck and I) headed out sans other locals (wussies) on a 55 or 60 mile ride, depending on whose cyclocomputer you believe. Mine is more conservative for some reason, i think his was exaggerating. The mileage isn't really what matters, it's more important that we were outside in this place we call home for somewhere around 8 hours - a good day out of the office.

This is about 14 miles up the long 17 mile climb. I was too scared to take a picture, but there was an American flag strung across this road with lots of gunfire nearby a few miles back from where this picture was taken.

We met at an undisclosed location at 7:30am and proceeded to ride some of the local goods, linking up stuff we usually do in one ride at a time. It rained on us a tiny bit, a perfect amount to keep the dust down and offer refreshment from the heat which really never hit today - this is by far the coolest (temp wise) summer I can remember in the last 18 years living here. We always hope for a 100mile ride on the YAY day, but haven't broken the 100km mark yet. Maybe next year?! We need more motivation, locals!! This ride is our version of the De la Marin, but at a much smaller scale obviously. No postcard with directions, no maps, no GPS, just a ride. Mostly it's a celebration of this local and it's amazing surroundings. We saw more elk than other riders today, and the other riders we spotted were all in the last 2 miles of the ride. That's my kind of ride.

This is home. Yay.