Boyscouts are overrated

Meh, being prepared is for boring people. I decided on Tuesday that I’d go to the Grizzly Mountain ride this weekend. I had been toying with the idea—bandying it about on facebook—for weeks, but I never REALLY thought I’d go. 

We aren’t prepared, you see. We haven’t done any serious conditioning since January, and technically I haven't been doing my job long enough to have time off to travel. Also, I can be kind of a wuss about the weather this early in the season. I don't have a nice heated camper to sleep in, so 40-degree nights with wind and rain make for total misery.

I am tired of the cold and rain. I’m looking out and the parking lot flooding right now.

But they’re predicting sunny and 70-plus degrees on Saturday in central Oregon. That is a siren song I just can't resist.

And if we have a crappy ride and come in dead last for lack of preparation, I do not care. As long as we don’t have rain or pink lemonade, I’m declaring the weekend a success.

Sunburn, here I come!