Mitch Is Old

It’s official. When you turn 50, you’re old. No escaping it. You can rationalize it any way you like, but you can’t escape it. Laura even ran out of candles, so we settled on a single one as a symbol.

Great party though. First beach fire of the year for me.

We weren’t the only ones, either. These folks are some random revellers from just down the beach. No idea who they are, but they get their pics up on Bush Pilot.

Just about last man standing…..Mitch heads off to bed at around 4:30 am.

Oh yeah, feeling every minute of those 50 years, aintcha Mitch?

Last Shore Ride (As A Local)

As if I’d never come back….

Actually, I ended up riding Seymour again on April 1st, but I had to drive all the way from Summerland to do it. Just a tourist now.

I couldn’t do my last loc’s ride with my usual riding buddy, as Wade is in Nepal right now. I’m never at a loss for folks to ride with though, so I hit up the coffee shop for some morning java and it took all of about 40 seconds to hook up a ride with Mike.

We went up to assess the winter’s impact on CBC. It’s in great shape, all things considered. A few trees down and a couple of washouts, but overall it’s dry and clear of snow.

All the major constructions are intact.

Mike is riding some new German bike called a Bionicon. Fully adjutable on the fly geometry. Needs a bit of refinement, but some good potential.

See? There it is.

We also hit up Corkscrew and Boogieman (running into a bunch of Mud Bunnies on the way).

The work on Boogieman turned out great. Now it’s the smooth one while Pangor is just trashed.

Great “last” ride, and a final look in the rear view as I left.

Ahhh, I won’t be gone so long as I can still visit….see you out there soon.