The mountain weather is fickle. Probably not really fickle, but I’m not used to it. It is so cold in the mornings and evenings. Yesterday around noon, it was so warm we took our shirts off. I was wearing thermal under clothing a couple hours earlier. We got a ton done, but still have a lot of fence to put up. After tomorrow we’ll have most of the fence sort of done. Minus a few gates, etc. I’m not nearly as sore as I was the day before. We’re going to run out of cedar posts and rails. We ordered more, but have to drive to Denver to pick them up. I went for a walk late last night with Bill, Vincent and the dogs. Bromont has a blinky light and was a mile up the mountain in a blink. There are so many stars up here. The Milky Way is so bright. Pretty cool.
I’m flying out to California on Tuesday. So, the fence project needs to accelerate some over the weekend. It was originally supposed to be raining all day tomorrow, but now it looks okay. I was hoping to get down to Boulder sometime this weekend for the cross races. I have no desire to race cyclocross at altitude, but I wouldn’t mind watching. I am virtually positive that I wouldn’t be thinking that I would want to be racing while watching. I know how bad I feel just ridin’ around.