Asparagus Soup

Short Version:
Disc golf, a ride with issues, disc golf, disc golf, toxic badness

Long Version:
We'd planned to go ride early in the morning, but were weary and slept in. When we did arise, we hit the disc golf course instead of the trail, and had such a grand time that we played again later in the afternoon, and then again the following morning. Nene improved her score every round. I got worse.

In between the morning and afternoon rounds, though, we went and rode up a mountain, just for a change. Three hours total time on the trail, although half an hour of that was gas-bagging to various folks we met - including a Kiwi doctor we met at the top* - and half an hour was spent carrying out emergency sidewall-tear puncture repairs a quarter of the way up. The rest of the time was, as usual, mainly spent riding up the hill. Switchbacks, rocks, steep bits, not-steep bits: it was a good climb. On the way back down we skipped the trail with the person-attacking bear advisory and rode down a trail that reminded both of us of the best that Rotorua has to offer. It was far too good to be that short, or possibly the other way around. Both of us had tired legs and arms from the Seven Summits ride, though, so maybe it was a good thing that it was over quite quick.

Nene had been threatening asparagus soup for a day or two, and finally went through with it, despite my protestations. I'm choosing to believe that was what poisoned us.







* = He told us that you ARE allowed to raise kids wherever you like in Trail; you're just not allowed a vege garden