Wednesday's Boxley Valley training camp.

The fog was thick and forboding. The altitude is about a 1000' higher than Springfield so it was up in the clouds with me. I was bummed because I wanted to ride a loop. I had to settle on riding the four climbs out of the valley. It was neato riding up to the bottom of the clouds then turning around. I would go up just high enough to hear the swooshing of Death's sickle then I would descend.



Cave Mountain was shrouded by clouds. Whenever I go down there to ride I wish I had two days' supplies and the dogs. The sandstone boulder rock gardens in the fog with all the bright water quenched moss and lichen would have been exquisite.


Oh well. I had to settle with titanium, aluminum, carbon and moss and lichen and sandstone boulders and stuff.

I love it!




15 minutes of this times 5...the opposite direction!


Firebird looking for a home with the Huffmeister?



Finally. A video I shot in a lea on the way to the Lost Valley water spigot.