Lightning recap: Thursday—feeling decidely peaked but head north anyway. Friday—inhale trail dust. Saturday—ride to breakfast, inhale more trail dust, then get drunk for the first time in years and sing karaoke for the first time ever. Sunday—bake in hot sun while husband rides with friends and realize I haven’t eaten since breakfast Saturday. Too hot to care. All in all, I’ve had better weekends.
I did, however, take this picture: