After yesterday's 71 mile ride, I made a mistake to attempt climbing Mount Lemmon today. After all, it is only early March and I've been sitting on the barcalounger with the hidden fridge stocked with beer for 3 months. I reached mile 4 of the climb, spit the bit and began coasting back down. This is where it gets interesting. I reached a point where traffic was backed up due to a rock slide clean-up. There were about 10 cars with 3 cyclists sandwiched in between so....
....I joined those 3. I struck up a conversation, the woman next to me asked where In Ohio I was from and when I said Granville, she replied, "Mark?". It was Barb Parker with whom I used to ride when; REVELATION:::: for awhile I actually rode with "The Others"!!!!! Usually, she rides a tandem with Dave but today they were on singles and Dave was farther up the mountain. Now it gets even more unusual. Last Tuesday, when I was stuck by the sand storm (see below), Barb and a group from Ohio were also stuck but unfortunately they got detoured back to NM while I got fortunate and was escorted west through the storm. Small, small world. Well, it's 9:30pm and tomorrow I'm either going to go back and ride the mountain or go hike the back side of the Flat Iron. What to do, what to do.....