So, I built the gate for my fence since not much else made sense during the last three hours of daylight on a rainy afternoon. The boys helped me get it plumb, level, and square, and learned something I hope, as those things keep the world in alignment. Can't build the fence until I burn the slash, but I'll need a gate with a superstructure to route the hot wires over, to avoid burying them. Soon, after the fence, look for the log cabin and climbing structure. Lucky goats!
Abel, always curious, analytical, and increasingly helpful, even beyond stripping poplar bark, helping with the gate, noticed its lack of wire:
"Uh, Dad -- you know they can step right through this gate, right?
Me: "I figure they'll go around first since there's no fence, so that won't be a problem."
Abel: "Oh, yeah!"
This is the spot that I caught a 5" brook trout week before, when I first tried my Tenkara rod. With no reel, Tenkara appeals to me because it offers the same simplicity I enjoy on my fixed-gear road bike and single-speed MTB. Plus, "real" fly fisherpeeps look at it with amusement, cynicism, or intrigue, just like mainstream cyclists view fixies. Since then I haven't had any luck, but it's hotter now and I've gone around mid-day during lunch.
Thinking about all the possibilities around here for small stream fishing, accessible by road or mountainbike, some legally and some questionably so (I might selectively poach some no-bikes areas just to connect legit routes but would stay out of posted private property). Any suggestions?
Here I am on my lunch ride...bike in background. We live in a marvelous place!
But it's time to start cooking again. From now on, I only eat pork when I cook.
Here, I smoked 90 pounds of Boston Butt in just 6 hours. Some of it was shy of perfect, but most of it pulled no problem after reaching 205 degrees. I cooked at 300-315 to accelerate the pace. I'd say another hour would have been ideal, although the meat that sat on hot spots was developing a very thick bark. All pulled and mixed together though, it was good BBQ. My standard will be slower and lower, though.
|Almost done -- look at that bark forming|
|The hosts -- Mike bought all that BBQ for less than 30 adults|
|close that thing - if you're lookin' you ain't cookin'|
|Passing the time, working off what I'm about to eat|
|Ultimate approval: "Dad, this pulled pork sure makes me sleepy!"|
Anyhow, I'll post more about the January Challenge soon. In short, I ride every day this month, be it outside on a road bike, a fixed gear, a mountain bike, or my single-speed mountain bike, or inside on the rollers (here) or even the Schwinn spin bike at the gym, on which my old Shimano Carbon racing shoes fit the SPD pedals. It just has to be 30 minutes, minimum. My friend Shane, also a product of early 90's racing and especially the East Coast crit scene, is doing his variation of the same plan. So last night, he and his wife and three small boys came over, he and I spun for an hour while Sloan and A.J. made pizza, and the five small ones wreaked their usual havoc. A.J. was indulgent enough to step outside and take this video. Enjoy!