Rode Galbraith with Mark the day after he returned from an Eastern Washington epic with Al Rosen.

Mark was really sweet when he heard about my injured leg. First he told me what to get for it (neosoporin creme, gauze and an outer wrap), and then he came over to the office to check on me. Once there, he cajoled me into seeing how the leg felt on the bike, and then to "spinning lightly" up the mountain with him, which I did.

We took the easy up to the Rubicon Rd., then descended to the Bunny Trails, and finally up the way we discovered on the first day of the month, with the huge ramp. From here we climbed the road to Arsenio. Beyond here, when we drove into upper Arsenio, a wonderful thing happened -- suddenly, I was just riding, and the limits and pain of the injury were temporarily set aside.

This sensation lasted all the way down the Intestine and the Ridge Trail, and happily I didn't fall or tweek anything.

I've slept alone in my office the last two nights, ostensibly for easy access to the bathroom and the ability to moan in peace.

Approximately 1700 verts.