Lone Fir, again

Had a good 3-hr ride today with Ruth, we went about 11 miles so you can see we took it fairly easy. Otto had a loose shoe on one hind so Ruth duct-taped it at the start but he wore that off pretty quick.




We tackled Lone Fir Road and wouldn't you know it today we saw a lot more traffic, probably 5 cars and a dirt bike (twice). The last truck of the day was the nice man who gave Sue a lift to catch Quaker last weekend. He talked to us a bit as we passed him and he said his daughter used to ride endurance, now she is a vet in Montana. He said it was good to see neither of us had come off today, and some other mention of "crazy Arabs." Well he seems really congenial overall and I thought it was down right cool that he "gets" us, what we're doing riding out there on his roads.


I don't know what's going on here (in the photo) but it was better than the other one. After Ruth took this with my cell phone she said "Uh, he's bleeding from his nose." Panic. It was not a lot of blood but there was some there. We came to the conclusion that he must have poked it from diving his head into the cut wheat chaff. It looked fine by the time we reached the trailer.

His midsection is getting ever so slightly smaller. I just may have the girth back to where I want it by the time of the ride. Only one more weekend of riding between now and then!