some naked and some not
July 13, 2010
First, there are no pictures of naked people, including me, in this post. Although I do discuss nakedness. Just thought I should be clear.
I snuck out for some Corner Canyon after work last night, and in an hour and a half on some of the most popular trails in the canyon I saw one other biker, about halfway up Clarks.
Course, that may be because the thermometer read 97 degrees at the parking lot. That might also explain the pain of Clarks and why I always climb Canyon Hollow over Clarks these days. Yesterday was a bad day to shake things up.
It’s good the parking lot was deserted. At least until I decided to take my pants off to put on my cycling shorts. Happens every time–someone pulls in an parks next to me the moment I take my pants off. And then this:
No matter how hard you pull, the elastic on the shorts is NOT going to relax and let you pull your shorts on. Ever. You have to bend down and pull the elastic over your heel.
But not until you pull so hard you strain a muscle, and then fall over in the parking lot with your naked ass in the air for the world to appreciate. At that point, the elastic figures you’ve had enough, and relaxes on its own.
And here are a couple random pictures from Flaming Gorge last week, where I managed to not drop my iPhone into the lake this year.
Me, thinking I was showing the boys something cool:
And, Ian showing me that I am old and creaky, and, that he isn’t: