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Beginning to Intermediate my A$$$.

Have you ever shot straight over the handlebars into a tree?

Have you ever gone to work yourself and your bike up a hill and wound up smacking yourself straight on your back, head first, with the bike following on top of you?

If not, friends, Sister Grove is what you want!

It’s a beginner to intermediate trail — rhyming with hell– which I spent the day becoming intimately familiar with.

Actually, the worst part was the intersection.   See, the first loop is like 3.5 miles.   Maybe 3.25 miles.   then, you reach the intersection of that loop with the lake loop.    I desperately didn’t want to do the lake loop.   Somehow, with 8 choices in direction, I chose the right one to get us out of there as quickly as possible.

Thanks, Kara for hanging in there with me, despite your concussion.   It was a great ride…..

XXOO

Rand.

When I get off the . . . . and I can’t believe I’m even about to write this. . . . the. . . .. the…. freaking LIFT. . . . I’m on the 4 th floor. My room is somewhere between 400 and 474 — but they don’t go one for one for some reason, so all you really need to know is I’m pretty much smack in the middle.

Once I’m off the . . . . LIFT. . . . in order to get to my room…. I first turn left, go through the fire door. Immediately turn right go through the fire door. Wind up in another room with another fire door and it’s labelled something like “disabled refuge” — which I have no idea what the hell that means because I’ve never seen anyone seeking refuge there and can’t imagine a disabled person making it through the freakin’ maze of fire doors in order to find it in the first place. Or what refuge they may be seeking.

Now, once you’ve walked out that door — it starts to get really weird. Because that’s where the stairs are to make your emergency exit.

I mean, what could I be emergency exiting from at this point?

Anyway, you’ll find another fire door past the emergency exit (PS — on the subject of fire doors — the whole building is brick.)

If you haven’t given up by now, you’ll need to turn right — there’s no other way to go. At the end of the hall, you’ll find, suprisingly, a fire door. Go through there, turn left. Make an immediate right — and the oasis presents itself in the form of door number something between 400 and 500 and in which, I live.

And therefore, must get to twice a day by doing the above.

There are, presumably, worse things though — so don’t take this as complaining.

Except that I’ll be here 3 weeks. But seriously — no need for a pity party here — let’s just all do our part to get through this.

thank you.

No joke. At all.

Brasil.

Paraguay.

USA (they tell me I live there)

England.

France.

Argentina.

and counting. . . .