Photo by Emma Garrard
Travelled up from Truckee yesterday after a night of serious ‘bunder’ and the Little Princess would call it that kept myself and Piper (the Burmese mountain dog) awake for most the night. Only really woke once the magical sights of Farragut State Park opened like the intro to a good film. I should add, I had no idea how I would commute the hour drive to Coeur de Lane from Spokane, and that could have kept me up a little too. But like most good things, spontaneity is force on its own, and I was fortunate to get a ride with Cody Waite (biggest thanks) after less than five minutes on the sidewalk, which spared me all sorts of creative hitch hiking ideas conjured up while listening to pelting rain and deafening whipping.
Its a fast fast course. Nothing but the hurt box really. I need to swim well, scramble the 200m climb into transition, and be smoother than Bama to try find a wheel to follow. Am feeling alright, left knee still a little stiff since Monday’s spill, but the wrist is fine, and the spirits are high.
Thats it for now really, thanks for following. The first of three weekends tomorrow…
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