Herself and I slipped out for a short trail run before lunch yesterday, hoping to dodge the predicted rain.
She was taking a break from work, which continues although the feddle-gummint mostly doesn’t. I was taking a break from being indoors, the Monday Geezer Ride having been canceled due to the weather forecast. We are not Portlanders, ready and eager to ride nekkid in fair weather and foul, aiming wisecracks and buttcracks at Beelzebozo’s buttheads.
Our short-run loop is only a couple miles, and mostly flat — just 268 feet of vertical gain, with one lump going out and another coming back — and we were back at the ranch before the clouds opened for business.
And business was booming. Nothing like the Durango area, where Tropical Storm Priscilla really brung it and then some. The official tally here was 0.21 inch. But it felt like a lot compared with the usual nothing at all.
Just ask the lone bedraggled hummingbird who spent about 15 minutes camped at one of our feeders, which hang out of the weather beneath the back patio cover. Every so often s/he would glance skyward as though thinking: “Jaysis! Where is everybody? I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque.”
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Why the hell didn’t you run naked? Who cares anymore? Things are so damned “sideways” it’s why I’m sipping an Ancient Peaks tri-blend red wine. It’s named Renegade which like many beers these days is a really stupid name. But the 2019 vintage is good so I’ll allow the offensive name. And the fall colors are stunning in areas of the Mitten State.
Nobody needs to see this old fool runnin’ around in the altogether, bruh. Especially the cops.
Also, I caught that “Sideways” reference a little late (only one cuppa joe so far at 5:23 this morning). Well played sir; well played.
The Sam Adam’s Oktoberfest is really good this year.
Sideways is right. This last week has seen Army Apache helicopter gunships flying over our house.
We got ’em here too. Kirtland AFB poached a Texas chopper unit a few years back. We frequently hear the whock-whock-whock of Lt. Kilgore and his beach boys keeping a weather eye out for tasty waves.
I saw three of ’em during a run the other day, making a slow circle around the base and over to the Rio. Shitty surfing down to there these days.
We used to have National Guard Apache units use the tank ranges here for live fire. Also had a Guard tank unit train here. But, those went away over 20 years ago. These birds, I assume, belong to the 10th Mountain Division which is here to help secure the border which has record low crossings, almost none. Are they thinking of starting shit with cartels in Mexico? No other reason for helicopter gunships. Scary.
Well … I read recently that with Orange Julius Caesar and Sec’y Kegsbreath trying to sink everything that floats, the cartels are shifting back to air traffic, as in the Good Old Days, when distributors of a certain green leafy vegetable material used to air-freight their product to Colorado’s San Luis Valley under cover of darkness.
Are we looking at unmarked C-47s with fighter escorts? Harold Hedd flying a Lancaster full of weed from Oaxaca to Canada? Them fellers better keep their eyes peeled. “If you saw them, sir, they weren’t Apaches. …”
Didn’t know Sam’s fiddled with Oktoberfest each year? If that’s the truth I’ll have to try it again. It’s getting harder to find microbrews that aren’t either hopped to death or sour as a mother-in-law’s frown. And it seems they are trying to outdo each other with stouts that are either more like coffee or hot chocolate than a classic beer. I read that beer consumption is down and breweries are closing. No wonder if they are serving beers that taste more like cleaning products than ales, lagers, porters and stouts. And worst of all several renowned West Michigan brews were found to have PFAS readings. If the taste won’t kill ya the chemical might.
Didn’t care for the SA Octoberfest the last few years, as they had a strong overpowering alcohol flavor. Kinda like an imperial stout. But our niece told me to try it again. She is a beer nut like us, bless her heart! I tried it and really liked it. Malty with a clean finish.
Damn IPA these days are like drinking grapefruit juice. And, adulterating stouts and porters is an unnatural act. But, that said, Sandy says that you can pry her Breckenridge Vanilla Porter and Young’s Double Chocolate Stout from her cold dead fingers!
Lately I’m all about the Sierra Nevada Trail Pass IPA (non-alcoholic). I found Sierra Nevada Pale Ale a reliable road beer Back in the Day®, and this new version compares favorably with that ale of daze gone by.
Right you are buddy. Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and 805 are reliable road beers. Used to be able to say that about Fat Tire amber ale, but now it is a blonde ale and not nearly as good as the two above.