A beautiful cool morning greeted YHC as I rolled out of the fartsack (well actually my 3-year-old shorty shoved me out, but that’s a different story). Great thing about shorts weather is going from sleep mode to post mode is pretty quick, and this morning’s thang really didn’t need much setup. Rolled up to find Toby and Happy Camper ready to jam, with the rest of the crew rolling up shortly thereafter.
I’d thrown up the Clydesdale signal, but this must have been a by week? No matter, I stashed a couple ideas I had for that crew in my back pocket and resigned myself to enduring the plan I had to cater to a more gazelle-y crowd.