I like to take this time to review my summer and remind myself that I really did have some good times despite the fact that it seemingly slipped away while I was sleeping one night before I had a chance to enjoy it.
Scott and I got an early jump on summer by taking a trip to Moab the second week of May. The rain followed us all the way there, but it cleared up after a day or so and we had five days of epic mountain biking (and a trip to the vet when Tucker shredded his ear in a campground scrap).
Oregon welcomed us back into the soggy fold--it started raining the moment we crossed the border from Idaho, wrecking our plans for one more night of camping.
The next week, I flew to Georgia for my nephew's high school graduation and a brief visit with my family. While the PNW was still enjoying unseasonably cool rains, the South was enveloped in hot, humid days which I did not mind at all.
I had just one day at home before heading to Denver to start a rafting trip and the continuing cold rain made it that much easier to leave again so soon. When I came home, it was barely June and I was already a month into my summer adventures.
Back home, things started happening fast:
- One-day adventure race in Port Gamble, Washington
- Test of Metal mountain bike race in Squamish, BC
- Mountain Bike Oregon (times two)
- Monday night short track racing
- Lots of long mountain bike rides under the guise of "training" for Capitol Forest 100
- A few camping trips to accompany those "training" rides
- Capitol Forest 100 mountain bike race
- Six days of backpacking in Washington's Glacier Peak Wilderness
- One last mountain bike camping trip to the Lewis River with my friend Caroline
