Went riding with my man friends sponsored race team last night, because he said it would be, "easy." That was a lie, but only a tiny one. Ended up having a pretty good time, including getting tossed over the handle bars. I don't know that I will be riding with this group again any time soon if last night was their definition of "fun", but I'm definitely not going to stop either.
Did more bush whacking yesterday and started to get super frustrated. About 90% of the paths I wandered down would start looking like this:
But would end up in bodies of water like this:
I think I ended up encountering a beaver dam at some point, because I noticed some giant hoof marks, so ended up gtfo-ing out of there as fast as possible. I'm pretty bummed about last night's bike ride, but whatever.