Rode Galbraith alone at night, sprinting up to the top of Arsenio after a 10-hour day moving stuff from Sumas into the Humboldt St. house in Bellingham.

Surely, this has got to be one of the sweetest parts about living in B'ham: having Galbraith so close (it's even closer and more accessible than Vedder Ridge was from Sumas, and of course Galbraith offers 1,000 times more and better riding).

After the ride, I grabbed a quick shower in my Whatcom Falls office, where my Galbraith ride reverie was shattered around 9:30 p.m. by the appearance of my wife, Lane, who was furious at me because I wasn't home yet.

After a thorough tongue lashing from Lane, I meekly followed her back to Humboldt, but I slept on the couch.

Approximately 1100 verts.