A Mellow Shredding of the Gnar at Apllegrippis

On Wednesday I headed out to Raystown Lake with a couple friends from school.

It's been a couple years since I've been out there. Fun place. Miles and miles of flowing dips and turns.

Then yesterday I headed up to Laurel Mountain. It started pouring as soon as I rode away from the car. 

I was wearing a wool jersey that I hadn't washed in a while, and I think the moisture must have gotten into the wool membranes and released all the locked up up stink. As soon as it got wet, I was suffocated. The thing smelled like a wet dog that rolled in a tub of dirty lax pennies then grew some mold. 

So I just climbed up to the top of the ridge and aborted the ride at Grove Run Trail:

Grove Run is one of the hardest pieces of single track in the area. It's up and down, badly off camber, and full of big rock gardens. I hiked down the whole thing, and still crashed a few times.

How to install a roof racks. Over on the work blog.

The Peacock Candlestick Lounge

When the slightly less warm weather set in (it hasn't been bad enough to call it a winter,) I moved out of my tent. Even though I don't splash around with people in rafts, I was able to grab a room in the guide house in town.

My room is right outside of the Peacock Candlestick Lounge (We spend a lot of evenings playing board games. I'm still waiting  for the game where Mrs. Peacock does it in the lounge with the candlestick.)

The Ping Pong table is a recent free-addition. I'll be really sad when some drunken beefcake breaks it this summer.

Anyway, my digs are pretty sweet.

I have a fridge in a fireplace:

A 90's radicool carpet:

A finely constructed bicycle rack:

And a pretty decent view:

All for 50 bucks a month. Can't beat that.