Spring Dirt

Looked for 60+ miles today. Legs and lungs and body only had ~28 in them. Fatigued, and the knee is sore and hamburger from a recent wreck on the family cargo bike.


Spring, I think, is here.




More growing. Some strawberries are turning pink. We have a single pear on our tree. Sunflowers are opening up. Chive smells delicious. Snap peas are starting to blossom.


Strawberry blossom:

Baby strawberries:

Baby beans:

Water droplet (on the broccoli?):

Slow Roll

Took the IF out for the first time since late winter. What a lovely ride, once my body remembered how the bike fit. I might have to put some splayed bars on this rig. I tapped my knee several times on the bar ends, and managed to mash my wrist into the flats a few times when climbing in the drops.

I was hoping to roll for 30-40 miles. I cut that short as I just wasn’t feeling it when I got out of town. When climbing in granny gear, and a granny (with a fanny pack) passes you – its time to come to terms with your fitness. (yeah, she was ripped and probably on a recovery ride getting ready for a triathlon or the BTV marathon… I only hope to be half as fit with another 20 years on me…)

Anyway. This lil critter should be my new mascot:

And these freaked me out a bit. Was standing at the waters edge and heard a splash at my feet:

Beautiful day out. Blue sky (should have brought the polarizing filter), mild temp (going to get toasty this afternoon), and no wind.

Sunday Dirt

Got out with the usual and a new suspect to some of our favorite dirt. Felt absolutely knackered the entire ride, and called in an air strike for extraction on my way back to town.


Starting to get back into my ‘routine’ of an early morning ride. I have some mixed terrain loop options – anywhere from 12-18 miles, depending on how I stitch together trail, path, road, and some dirt. Camel’s Hump was bathed in early morning light, and the Winooski was very still.

I carried the new (holiday present) eTrex20 to start learning how to make it do what I need. I hope to map out all of the local trails in the next week or so, and I need to find the flow in the local woods again. Since I mashed my face I haven’t spent much time riding the rocky, rooty, and sometimes flowy local single track.

Mud Season

The winter that wasn’t is turning into a strange spring. Unseasonably warm, and the ground is turning to mud. Sure wish I could splurge on some Nates.