223: splish splash

Last night I rushed home. A snow ride was in the making. I was super stoked to get out.

I finally get home, and rush into the house to kit up and grab my gear.

Monkey exclaims as I walk in the door, “we have a major issue here!” I charge into the kitchen to see soap suds pouring out of our dishwasher.

“What the hell!?” I ask in disbelief. Laughing I ask, “what soap did you use?”
Monkey, clearly a little more stressed, “ the cascade dishwasher soap, I used the dishwasher soap…”

I run up stairs to grab some towels. “are you sure?” I ask.

“Yes, she says” “I know what I used!”

Poking just a bit I comment, “ you know, I’ve never had any trouble with the dishwasher like that…”

A little more defensively, “yes, I used the dishwasher soap!!”

Sympathetically I offer this, “perhaps someone used the wrong soap over the weekend and
the residue caused this small avalanche of suds..”

At this point we have just about every towel we can find in the house on the floor. The suds are finally contained.

Diane offers this, “ you know, I did use a lot of soap on the measuring cup that we stored the bacon grease in.” she continued, “it’s possible I didn’t rinse it all off, or off at all…”

“it only takes a little.” I explain…

we both laugh. After a quick peck on the cheek, I head up the road to meet Jan for a quick ride through snowy single track.

We whisked along the frozen banks of the Christina river. The trail is considerably more raw than Middlerun or Fairhill, but very fun.

This is a trail I rode as a ten year old kid and my huffy bmx bike. As a young adult when I started mountain biking it was the staple of my riding menu.

With so many amazing places to ride here in the center of the universe, this short 5 mile out and back trail gets very little of my attention now a days.

I enjoyed flowing through the corners, and reminisced just a little about how much this trail has changed. There a few sections that in the past I might have dared to try and ride, but as an older wiser man, I know discretion is the better part of valor.

We used to be able to do one length of the trail in under 20 minutes. Tonight it’s over an hour by the time we complete the out and back. Despite the bright white snow on the trail, traction is not an issue this night. The dusting of snow does however offer some unexpected drifts through corners, and obscures some obstacles on the parcours. One of those dips grabs my front wheel and launches me over my bars.

We laugh about it as I comment, “guess my timing isn’t back just yet” I’ve got some dirt on my shoulder can you brush it off for me?

I hope to get back to this little section a joy again soon. Tonight was a magical journey…

Respect
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