Ah, children of the corn, Knuckler salutes you.

I awoke today thinking that there were rats in the attic or two inches above my ceiling. The scratching and clawing seemed to go all the way around my apartment. At the time, I didn’t think that it was weird that I hadn’t heard anything the night before, but anyways… About 8 o’clock I heard something rustling around in a plastic bag not too far from my cot. I raised up to see what it was, and there about three feet from me was perched a black bird. I’m not sure if that is better than rats but probably easier solved. My one window doesn’t have a screen and I keep it open for a nice breeze. It started raining this morning so I guess the poor sucker got in and then when it began to sprinkle he got locked in.

So, I’m in Logan. Yesterday was b e a utiful. Today is drizzly and depressing and it snowed in the mountains. I got a quick stint of a ride in last night that wasn’t too fun nor too boring. You know the trails are easy when you can do ten miles in about 45 minutes, but at least I got to ride. It seems that a bad reputation has proceeded me due to seeing a local Loganite on Gould’s loop a couple months ago. Everyone is under the impression that I’m fast, sorry to desillusion.

Anyways, I gotta go. I am working on a long write up of Fruita. Stay tuned or not.

Ride more, Drive less.