Vacation - Final Report
K and I were extremely lucky to plop into the sphere of some very nice people on our trip. Some observations:
Waking up on Saturday morning, the first day of our bike ride, padding downstairs to the kitchen: Flor had set up bowls and spoons, with cereal at the ready, and coffee set to brew. What a great lady. I’m still tickled with her big smile when I said, yes, I have indeed heard of the Insane Clown Posse. Check out her story here.
Having dinner at Nicole’s. Her and Taz and Barb running riffs off of each other – what great friends- these guys love each other and it was nice experiencing that vibe. The LemonTazarellow (or whatever the fuck it’s called; Everclear and juice and sugar, it’s fantastic) that Taz had made was addictive. N’s pasta was superb.
My good friend Jeff, treating us to dinner at Purple. We’ll be in a discussion, and I’ll make some cogent point, and he’ll say, “That’s a bad example.” He has strong opinions. I love that. It takes me twice as long to set him straight and correct his thinking, as opposed to the usual mundanes. Though he still won’t agree.
Riding 204 miles with Barb was a walk in the park. What a great riding partner. I’m trying to think of a time when we got pissed off at each other, but I can’t. We watched each other’s backs, and had a wonderful time. Etched in memory…
Kim was the rock. She took care of us on our ride, and still made time for her own explorations. My favorite moment was climbing to the Fremont Lookout at Mt. Rainier, and Kim was right there the whole way.
Waking up on Saturday morning, the first day of our bike ride, padding downstairs to the kitchen: Flor had set up bowls and spoons, with cereal at the ready, and coffee set to brew. What a great lady. I’m still tickled with her big smile when I said, yes, I have indeed heard of the Insane Clown Posse. Check out her story here.
Having dinner at Nicole’s. Her and Taz and Barb running riffs off of each other – what great friends- these guys love each other and it was nice experiencing that vibe. The LemonTazarellow (or whatever the fuck it’s called; Everclear and juice and sugar, it’s fantastic) that Taz had made was addictive. N’s pasta was superb.
My good friend Jeff, treating us to dinner at Purple. We’ll be in a discussion, and I’ll make some cogent point, and he’ll say, “That’s a bad example.” He has strong opinions. I love that. It takes me twice as long to set him straight and correct his thinking, as opposed to the usual mundanes. Though he still won’t agree.
Riding 204 miles with Barb was a walk in the park. What a great riding partner. I’m trying to think of a time when we got pissed off at each other, but I can’t. We watched each other’s backs, and had a wonderful time. Etched in memory…
Kim was the rock. She took care of us on our ride, and still made time for her own explorations. My favorite moment was climbing to the Fremont Lookout at Mt. Rainier, and Kim was right there the whole way.
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