Saturday I got up early and headed to Loudon for a tag-team hare scramble event to benefit cancer research. Teams were joined by drawing names out of a hat, so you could only take it as serious as the slowest teammate. This was supposed to be a fun event with no prizes for first place. I got into the woods and settled in behind a slower guy and was having fun. Until some of the guys who didn’t get the announcement of this being a fun run started to cut through the woods and damn near run over riders. The track was slick but not too bad. I had a lot of problems keeping my back end behind me. To add to the challenge of traction, the second half of the track was in a grass field. They had cut a route that wound through the field and had lots of us on our backsides. Wet grass and off camber turns is a recipe for laying the bike down. A lot. When I laid mine down I just laughed. I made the hand off to my teammate and he was off. The only problem was that he never returned. I started to see guys on my lap make two and three laps so I got a little concerned. The officials finally let me go back out and do some laps since this was a fun event. I did find my teammate however. The idle air screw had backed out and he couldn’t keep his bike running. I ended up doing 5 laps solo and even helped my teammate push his bike out of the woods. The winning team did 10 laps, so I like to think we were on pace to win. Hollow victory.

Saturday night Meghann and I were without Wyatt as we had dropped him off with her parents. So we went out to dinner, stopped by Kevin’s store, and did some window shopping at HH Gregg’s and Best Buy for TVs we don’t need.

Sunday morning I got up early again and headed off to Windrock to meet up with Terry and Todd to do a lap around the campground. The track was in great shape, but I can’t say the same for me. It had been a week since I rode mtbs and my legs were empty. It didn’t help that the hare scramble wore me out and had me dehydrated. I ended up making the loop but I was exhausted.

In the afternoon we headed to Townsend to pick up Wyatt and eat some dinner. I hadn’t been fishing in awhile so I took my rod and reel and headed up to Tremont. The water was up pretty good and the fishing was tough. I tried all my secret weapons and the only real excitement was a few big hits on a Madam X I was using as a strike indicator. I ended up only bringing 3 to hand but I missed one really good one. That was the first time I had fished that stretch of Middle Prong. It was a great looking piece of water. I a huge stonefile and even a mayfly nymph or two on a rock. I’ll add that to the list off streams to revisit.

In summary I got to race my dirt bike, ride my mtb, fly fish, and hang out with my family. Why do I work again?