Froze my toes off as usual, but got in some nice climbs and saw a couple of hawks. I can never remember seeing a hawk as a kid, but now they are everywhere, I guess like rising hope, again. .
As I rode out of the driveway, I heard a dog barking maniacally (as Walsh likes to say) and looked up to see Supe looking out thru the window and wondering why she didn't get to go. That dog is gonna be a good one.
There was to be a convergence of the band of knaves called 2ton 30 inch for a "wrench session" at 6:30. I had no wrenching to do, just dirty bikes to clean, so I and Supe headed south.
Despite the company of good friends, Supe remained un-enthused. I think she realized that dogs, by their very nature, will always be excluded from our manly club, due to their inability to consume the quantity.
Anyway, it was a good night to re-connect with friends.
Here's some more pics from the holidays, taken mostly by my lovely wife, who is taking much better pictures than i am lately, and it's making me nervous:
And the best picture of the trip:
Two fools, hunkered down, with Frankfort, Michigan in the background:
I think half the key of takIng a good picture is showing up when no one else does....even if it means getting soaked in the rain or frostbit fingers....
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