BRAG Day 5

As the week kept going, I kept getting a little more tired each night. This is why you've not seen posts from me in their usual timely fashion; I'd get to the hotel, and after the food-and-chat, there would be this loud, heavy THUDding sound of a big bluefurred critter passing out asleep. My earlier fear of not sleeping well in motel beds became pointless. By the end of Day 4 you could have wedged me into a broom closet and I'd have slept Just Fine, Thank You Very Much. *grin*

Thankfully, the early morning of Day 5 brought with it the news that today was to be a relaxing day spent in Yosemite. Ferris had gone back home, as had Erik Buell... and the ride organizers decided some downtime was in order. The route sheet at breakfast showed a straight, lazy shot into the park's south entrance, continuing on through the touristy bits and straight out into our early evening in Modesto.

( The only real challenge today was the cold. )

BRAG Day 6

I woke up stiff and sore. It's not that yesterday had been any harder; heck, it was relaxing in comparison! It's just that I'd been riding from day-start until the afternoon for a full week now, and my body took to grumping at me with stiff wrists and fingers. Surprisingly, my back and posterior were just fine, and they were the parts I thought would get sore first.

Dusty heard the first alarm, and had evidently snooze-whacked it before getting in the shower; he was mostly ready by the time I was prying myself out of bed. Have you ever had one of those mornings before work where you KNOW you'll get in trouble if you don't get in on time, but the majority of your brain says it just doesn't care, and you should roll back over asleep? The truth of it is that if you only get up and get moving, everything will be OK; it's just that initial kick that's so hard. I had a fleeting moment where I was about to go back to sleep, knowing I was to be on my own and Dusty had to take off with the photographers. I knew that was the path to the Dark Side, though, and dragged myself out of bed. It's hard to get dressed when your wrists are locked, but one nice hot shower later and I'd regained some mobility.

( Today we were going up to Lake Tahoe. You'd think we would have had enough snow by now... )