The community of fat bikers in this area were assembled at the Camp, but instead of driving there, I decided to ride there and back. That would prove to be a good chunk of mileage, I figured, on the fat bike, and should prove to make for good training.
I left at 8:00am and made my way northward to The Camp and arrived at 9:10am. Whoops! I didn't think I'd get there that quickly, but oh well. The rest of the crew wouldn't show up until 10:00am, and I wasn't going to sit around and wait that long. I'd have been frozen stiff had I done that. The air was completely saturated, it was windy, and the temperature was in the upper 30°'s. Plus, I was cooking. Stopping for very long would have been a bad deal. I had to keep on moving to stay warm.
|Two deer, still alive!|
Well, it was coming sooner or later, but I hit an off camber down hill, and even though I had the speed in check, the wheels lost grip on the greasy mud and I was going down. Not a bad crash, but I fell heavily on the same spot on my left leg that I did a few days ago, and it really hurt.
I was gimpy already, not able to put all my weight on the leg when I got up, so I cut my ride at The Camp short and got back onto the gravel. I had to ride back home, and risking another biff on the same leg wasn't worth it. As I got going out on the road again, I could feel the dull pain from my hip to my foot, and I was worried there for a bit that it was going to get worse, but it didn't, and I continued onward.
The skies were gray most of the ride, but for a brief moment or two, the sun peeked out.That was only a tease though, as the clouds quickly thickened up again. The sounds of shotguns blasting away was also evident as I rode along. It was the opening day of shotgun deer hunting season, and the sounds of gunfire were a bit of disconcerting. I kept wondering if I was going to see some mad, bloody deer run across the road. Thank God I didn't see anything of the like. In fact, all I saw were live deer. These were all either in town, or very nearly in town though! I'm betting a lot of deer were taken down yesterday.
|Gummed up tires|
As it was, I had frozen feet bad by the time I reached the city and I was quite keen on getting the ride over with. I had a few bits of bike path, a bridge crossing, and some street riding to go before I would hit the front door 3 hours and 20 minutes after starting out.
My left leg, which obviously held up for the ride's duration, was sore and stiff later on, but I have some down time to let it get some healing coming up. At least I managed another good effort at getting some miles in for Triple D.