Mountain Standard Time

I spent a few hours on the mountain today. Perfect day for riding. Crisp air, fall leaves, and sun. The trails were a bit muddy from yesterday's rain, but it was all good. Except for the fact that there were plenty of camo wearing hunters out. I checked the PA Game Commission site before I left, but I failed to look under Bow Season. DOH!! Oh well, I was riding a bright orange bike and wearing T6 Argyle. Not sure how many deer look like that. Of course some of those guys were probably 6 Old Mills to the wind. Either way it was a good way to spend Saturday.

Off to Wifey's 20 year high school reunion. I can't bitch about going, since it's pretty informal, and it's at the Church Brew Works so I can enjoy myself with some fine beverages. Plus she went to an all girls school so no awkward old boy friend talk/meetings. Just her and her classmates talking about sleep overs, tickle fights, and all girl spin the bottle games. I know, I know!! But a guy can dream. Or did that become a fantasy at some point?? Whatever it takes, right?

Later.