James and I pinky-swore that we’d go camping one weekend in July but never did, and we postponed it till this past weekend since it was 3 days. We didn’t then either. Might have to do with neither of us owning a tent, or a stove, or any other camping equipment, or the means to have fun while on a camping trip (e.g. kayaks, etc.)
Yesterday we did go to Whistler though, since he’d never been in the summer and I’d never been at all. We just walked around the village, surveyed the bike park, and wished that we’d brought our bikes. Or, in my case, budgeted enough to rent a bike since there’s no way I’d make it down there alive on mine. Maybe James too since he’s got a hardtail and I didn’t see any others of that species out there.
We also had Thai food at the place my ex had highly recommended and thought it was pretty mediocre.
I bought a pair of shoes and I’m going to have the pedals put on and cleats adjusted this evening. My goal is not to fall over EVEN ONCE while I’m getting used to being clipped in.
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