I went out on a ride with a few folks from work last night. We are trying to set up rides for all of us to get together and do some mountain biking and such. Last weekend was the first official ride and it was raining, so we hit up the dog park. Luckily I had the foresight to ride the fat bike instead of trying to take it on the cross check.
Outfitted in full rain suits, except one of us, we bombed down into the dog park and made our way to the spot where we usually have a fire. It stopped raining for a few minutes and then it started again. We went sliding around in the mud while traversing the sketchy trails that lead this way and that around that area. It was a little dangerous but it was all fun. Everyone made it back just fine and we changed the location of the fire so that we had more tree cover. Eventually another fella from the shop joined up with us and we got the fire going and had a couple beers and made smores' and chatted about this, that, and the other. Good times were had by all.
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| Batonning my knife to split the wood, everything was wet. |
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| Smore patrol. |
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| Heading home. |
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