team /var/run: this is what happens when we try to bike

We planned. We tried. But other things prevailed and our first ever team ride became James (an interloper) and me on mountain-ish bikes.

James showed up this afternoon, much to the concern—and then joy—of Dog. We decided to ride trails, so I opted for my trust rigid MTB, still in race configuration and not yet prep'd for winter commuting.

After some light trespassing on a property for sale, we followed a barely-even-gated road that popped us out on the power line trail between South Range and Painesdale. James, "totally [knowing] where we are" pointed us to Redridge, and we got lost.

After a bit of backtracking, we made it out to Freda, and then scooted up to Covered Dr. Not long after, James "knew" another shortcut.

After crashing a few times and traversing what were probably several back yards, we popped out at the end of E.B. Holman Rd. Pretty much exactly where we started before hitting Covered Dr.

A bit of a slog up Liminga Rd and then S Superior, and we were back at the ranch. Covered in mud and grinning.

It sounds like I'm bitching about the shortcuts and getting lost, but it was really a lot of fun. The weather turned out pretty nice for November, and it felt good to get out and get tired.