Friday afternoon went up the canyon with Mike to try and find some fall. Leaves are changing, mostly on the willows and such, but none the less... Up, up, up, and up some more. Found a cool new single track that might be sweet to ride down, but a bit of a kick in the shorts going up.
Anyways, topped out on the old railroad grade, and made our way down into lefthand.
A crisp spin down, and up to the top of the big hill. My legs felt empty, quaking almost under the task of hauling my carcass up the climb. At the top made some time to work on my bow and arrow skillz... radical. 
Saturday was mostly movie watching, bow shooting, and couch sitting on. Felt quite bad actually. Its this school stuff, starts out as a tickle in the back of the throat, and before you know it, it feels like theres' a balloon in your face, and you came of on the wrong end of a mack-truck collision.
Sunday morning, woke up to thick clouds all about the place. Misty and chilly. Felt like mid-october in NH, not early september in colorado.
In an effort to pop the ballon, went out to follow through on a volunteer thing at the Buffalo Bicycle Classic. Fuck. Got the sweep job. 3 hours for a fourteen mile loop sums it up well, slogging along, following those who cant pedal. Hey, at least they're out there right? I'm perfectly fine when they're out there. Out there on Marshall road and the east goose creek bike path. At least there was some sweet tag team tandem loafer action.
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