I didn't last too long there. I got some free stuff at the tents that I really didn't need then decided to hop back in my car and drive down to Hidden Valley to get my shred on.
I did in fact "get my shred on." I actually hit some jumps and slid some boxes. Which, for my 35 year old decaying body is quite the feat. Not that I did anything spectacular...and I'm sure I looked like a breaching whale. But whatever, I have fun and that's what it's all about right, having fun? When I starting riding it was a little foggy and kinda raining on and off. By the time I has enough, I couldn't see 10 feet in front of me, it was pouring, and I was soaked. I make the drive home, and a few hours later it's snowing. I wake up this morning to find that my daughter's school is cancelled and this is what it looks like outside.
I'm hoping it looks like this come this weekend when I can go ride again. But as per usual, it'll be 45 degrees and rain. And I'll probably still go try to ride in it. It's all about having fun right?