Get You In The End

Sunday, father's day, had unsettled weather predicted that never came to fruition. When are we going to stop listening to these guys! Well, we didn't listen to them, we went riding!

Thankfully it was cloudy, because when the sun peaked out here and there it was hot! And the deer and horse flies were waiting for us.

After crossing the outlet for the reservoir, we picked up the speed down the curvy, sandy path along the Patapsco. KC dragged my hands down with his heavy head, which he has not done in months, and I slammed on the (his) brakes. He almost rear-ended me, but said there was a large horse fly on KC's butt - SPLAT! - Now there is a dead horsefly and a blood smear on KC's rump.

He does hate horseflies. He's been known to drop-and-roll when one lights on him, and he was getting wound up to buck with this heinous insect on his derrier.

The trail is marked; this must be the way!