Well, today was a wee bit nippy – maybe we’ll rest. BUT – we can go for breakfast! So, we decide to go back to Izzy’s for a pancake – we each try to order one, but they would really rather we just order one and split it. We know how big they are, and I’d kinda like to take half home for tomorrow, but we go ahead and go with their suggestion. Then they mention that the wait for food is up to 45 minutes – we’re fine – what else are we going to do today? Well, it actually takes one whole hour, but worth the wait. Here is my half of the pancake, and yes, it’s over an inch thick:
It’s more pancake than a full stack at IHOP, and it’s gooooood! Best pancake I’ve EVER had!
It’s supposed to freeze tonight, so I have to make sure all the water is out of the trailer – drain the water heater, and make sure all the lines drain out. Never warms quite enough to go do the ski lift thing, so we’re sad for that.
Early afternoon, Jimmy asks if we want to do Wagonwheel – sure! Why not? He says it’s easy, so we give it a go. Well, we’re pretty tired, and The Bear does her best to keep up, but she’s just slow today. She can ride, she’s just slow. So it’s like this – I wait for The Bear to catch up, and Jimmy waits for us both … repeatedly. But Jimmy’s a good sport, and takes it all in stride. He knew what he was getting into when he asked us to go ride, and that’s just one of the things I like about the guy. I wish more good riders were that understanding, and that willing to work with people of lesser skill/ability. Anyway, here’s a shot from the trail:
It’s single-track trail and road (as in asphalt and wide dirt), and by the time we’re done, we’ve gone 16 plus miles. But it’s a good ride, even though it takes us over two hours. We get back and showered, and Jimmy mentions that there’s going to be a bonfire tonight … hmmm … interesting. Turns out it’s a Solstice Celebration of some sort – truly pagan ritual, which sounds … interesting. We go for dinner, and see this on the way. It’s GOT to be the biggest tricycle I’ve ever seen, or heard of:
and it’s part of the shindig tonight. When we leave the restaurant, the celebration is about to start. We stick around, there’s dancing, and a sort of play, and the decision is made to burn The Grump. Here he is, pre-barbeque:
I did mention the dancing:
Sorry for the crappy photos – phone and night don’t mix well. Anyway, here was the final outcome:
Poor Grump got all burned up!
That’s it, I’m beat, and going for some long, long sleep!