One fish, two fish, goldfish, Spearfish

Tonight I find myself deep in the midst of a training binge. It's one of those weeks where the goal is simply to ride myself into the ground, and that takes a lot these days. I'm not sure such training practices are recommended by anyone, but for my endurance racing goals, the fitness I gain after a few weeks of recovery is pretty huge.

And given the hour and the fact that I have one more big ride on the docket tomorrow before getting rained out for the weekend, there's not time for many words. A few photos will have to suffice.

Mesmerizing geology in these parts

I met up with Fixie Dave for a great ride/bike-toting hike the other day.

After parting ways with Dave, I climbed to that annoying Wilderness boundary and enjoyed some evening scenery while laboring up a climb that hits 30% grade. Seriously.

Shades of yellow and grey before oranges and reds took to the stage.

Yesterday's combination of an incredibly remote route, unknown territory, 50 mph wind gusts all afternoon, and skies that threatened to open up at any second left me feeling isolated and helpless. But all one can do is keep on the gas and hope for the best.

The highlight of yesterday's ride was finding big goldfish in this cattle tank.

This tank I passed late this afternoon only had a Spearfish in it.