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It's fucking RAINING.
No, I haven't left yet. I've spent the whole day preparing and gathering and collecting and sorting and trying to work out a way to get this load onto the back of my bike - and guess what? It totally does not fit. I've hacked out just about everything I can and it doesn't fit, at least not without making my bike overbalance backwards.
So I'm not biking to the Gorge. Because it's raining, and my bike isn't made for this.
I am going to the Gorge. My mother, my wonderful, understanding, supportive, helpful mother is driving me up to Ainsworth campground. It's not the way I'd wanted to get there, but it's better than nothing.
But the clouds... the clouds are scaring me. I haven't seen clear sky all day, and I'm feeling almost sick to my stomach at the thought that it might not clear. I'm wishing, hoping, and praying for the skies to clear, because if they don't...
Not fair. This is just not fair.
No, I haven't left yet. I've spent the whole day preparing and gathering and collecting and sorting and trying to work out a way to get this load onto the back of my bike - and guess what? It totally does not fit. I've hacked out just about everything I can and it doesn't fit, at least not without making my bike overbalance backwards.
So I'm not biking to the Gorge. Because it's raining, and my bike isn't made for this.
I am going to the Gorge. My mother, my wonderful, understanding, supportive, helpful mother is driving me up to Ainsworth campground. It's not the way I'd wanted to get there, but it's better than nothing.
But the clouds... the clouds are scaring me. I haven't seen clear sky all day, and I'm feeling almost sick to my stomach at the thought that it might not clear. I'm wishing, hoping, and praying for the skies to clear, because if they don't...
Not fair. This is just not fair.