Frozen Indian

Monday's high of 77 called for a killer ride. I decided some major climbing was in order. Parked in Morrison and battled insane headwinds down to Deer Creek Canyon. Climbed, climbed, passed people, and climbed. Climbed North Turkey Creek and bonked...hard. In evergreen I managed to purchase a single candy bar worth 650 calories...then had the fastest descent back to Morrison ever.

Monday's dinner was at the Americorps mansion where I met the rest of the crew, as well as Jean's parents and aunt and uncle. Excellent food, conversation, and vibes were had by all.

One of the MTBR responses to my request for a long dirt climb suggested West Jackson Creek Road near Sedalia. So, I drove out there yesterday afternoon to check it out. The climb was TOUGH, but very scenic and rural (note the sign below). No traffic except for attack dogs. I was chased for over 1/4 mile at 25 miles per hour by a big, mean dog. It is a good thing I didn't run into him on the way down because I was completely hypothermic. Not only would the descent have been bone chilling to begin with, but also the storm moved in right as I reached the turnaround spot. I sat in the car and cried for almost 10 minutes as my fingers, feet, and chest burned their way back to life. Would have had more shots of the insane upslope, but was fearing death.

Dinner last night was AMAZING. Kate and Anna spent hours preparing a Thanksgiver dinner. Fresh bread, chicken, curried squash soup, truffled mashers, on and on and on...and three pies and an apple crisp. You get the idea. The best part...the company and the costumes.