October

We've had a good stretch of dry weather. This is great for riding, sort of, but terrible for growing grass. We all like to ride on sunny days, but the trails are as hard as asphalt and sometimes the dust cloud is impressive.

This past weekend was hot. Not just kind of hot, but seriously hot. And factor in that it is now October, who would expect temps in the 90s? The creeklettes and mud pits are drying up.

I am continuing to give the big boys electrolytes and their water intake is up.

Max helped me with the laundry.

He is growing up.

On Sunday we rode to Sykesville. It was another warm day, but staying in the shade was the best bet.

The downed Sycamore is still in the trough, and there are a couple go-arounds, neither are fit for man nor beast. One is marked with bright pink ribbons. Do not go this way. It will be a big mistake. We went the lesser, and not by much, of the two. I did not like it one little bit.

On the way back we ran into a couple, who admitted creating a third go-around, unmarked. Stay left he said, she said go all the way to the top, follow the downed tree until it touches the ground, walk over it. That is the way to go! Easy! We didn't have time to dismantle the copious pink tags and place them on this brilliant third way.