Training Log Archive: Bash

Memories... A few years ago, a writer was looking for "Lab on canoe trip" photos so I gave her some of mine. I think she's used them in articles for three different publications since then, and the latest is below. I love seeing photos of a young BulletDog (Mocha), and my heart still aches when I see ThunderDog (Tobler), who left us two years ago this month. It gets easier over time - but not as much as I'd thought it might.
http://riversportsmag.com/2013/01/22/doing-the-dog...

Before AR, I used to meet friends after work for coffee or a glass of wine. These days, I head out on my mountain bike in pouring rain to meet a friend, splash through puddles while chatting, and return home soaked to the skin with hair full of grit and clothes too dirty to go directly in the laundry. Love it.

I started from home and met FB on the rail trail at Horseshoe Hill Rd. as he commuted home from work. We rode back to Duffy's Lane where I turned off, and he continued on to Palgrave. Fun ride and great to catch up! :) I should have taken a photo. We were ridiculously dirty!

On my way to meet FB, I saw some kind of mustelid cross the trail. (Word of the Week for Simpy - more obscure than "chuffed".) It may have been a river otter, although I don't think of them as runners - or maybe a long-tailed weasel.

(Bike computer distance.)