I’d like you to consider the following photo:
This is Ricky, the core team member voted “Least Likely to Call Elden and Suggest Going on a Ride.”
He does not usually look like this.
Yesterday, Ricky rode Dry Canyon, a terrific singletrack trail of the Bonneville Shoreline. The trail ends with a set of stairs, each step of which is not quite as long as a mountain bike’s wheelbase.
He has ridden this trail — including the stairs — scores of times. Maybe a score of scores.
In Ricky’s own words:
After ~9 miles, with my car in sight, the stairs at the base of Dry got the best of me. I don’t remember the crash but from the looks of things, I landed on my face.
I kind of think Ricky’s going to grow a beard for a while.
At approximately the same time Ricky was tilling the soil, Dug and I were riding in Corner Canyon, riding the Clarks-Jacob’s Ladder-Ghost Falls loop.
We reached the Hog Hollow saddle and began traversing what is usually the least memorable section of the ride: a nondescript jeep road that connects Clark’s to the Hog Hollow climbs.
And then we were swarmed by bees.
Nothing was happening, and then suddenly the air grew dark with them, surrounding us, bumping into us, and attacking.
I was not stung, due to the fact that I made myself very small and sent out powerful thought waves, causing the bees to think I was an overweight, slow-moving, rock. Which is mostly true anway, so the bees bought into it.
Dug was stung repeatedly. I recommend reading his account of the encounter.
So, just a quick word to whoever is using voodoo or whatever to attack the core team: please, cut it out.