There is some truth to it being much calmer in the morning for wind conditions. It seems weird to me, but I guess somewhere in the science of the earth there is a reason for it. Luckily I got my 30 oz of glyphosate down at the Rim today before the wind picked up and I could no longer spray. The headache I have today will be blamed on the high rate of chemicals I’ve touched today. Pesticides AND fertilizer, JOY! The ride home was a bit harder than normal since the wind was coming straight out of the southwest, which just happens to be the direction my house is from work. On the plus side, I rallied myself to stop at the store and pick up a new battery for the bike odometer/spedometer. Back to ZERO for my miles. Actually, it reset itself to kilometers which will have to be remedied. But any ways, please remember I had about 140 miles on the bike when it reset so when I reach 1000 miles again, you’ll all be even more surprised to see how fast I do it.
In other exciting developments here, I bought a ball pump so I can now play with my soccer ball once again. I’ve missed it. That’s all I got.
I just tried to post a clever little video I recorded in the redwoods but it wasn’t going. Instead you get this picture of a guy doing some fire dancing/juggling at a block party last Labor day weekend. Arguably, it may be cooler than any picture I post from the redwoods. I like it. It’s something I don’t see myself doing anytime. No, I shouldn’t put limits on myself, but I think putting limits on how close I will allow spinny fireballs to get to my body should be exempt.