Saturday we met up with Little J and Mrs. Harrible for a mountain biking excursion at Alafia River State Park. (I’d been wanting to take CCB there ever since he bemoaned the absence of mountain biking opportunities in flat Florida; Alafia, an old phosphate mine, has some wicked elevation changes.) With unicycling aficionado Little J leading the way (and putting us to shame), CCB, Mrs. Harrible and I struggled through some intermediate trails on two wheels each.
Little J demonstrates all-terrain unicycling.
Mrs. Harrible only beefed it once—although it was a worthy wreck, resulting in blood and some impressive bruises—while I went handlebars/shoulder/head into a tree, and later took a slow-motion fall down a hill when I just barely failed to make it to the top of a rise. I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever had bruises on my stomach before, and I can’t for the life of me figure out which part of the bike caused them.
Yesterday was hockey as usual (two games; lots of skating), so after tonight’s indoor soccer game, my legs and lungs will have earned a day off. Dunno what’s in store for the rest of the week. I hear Richard Schiff is in town for the film festival; some West Wing-nut stalking may be in order.