Things have a way of fouling up perfectly good days-like poop water percolating up through your driveway. So the past couple of days have been devoted to curing a rather stinky problem.
A grand amount of shoveling has taken place in the last few days. I'm sorry to report that it was not to build and sculpt a pump track on the back forty. It was the mere excavation and filling in of the busted poop-pipe.
Good times, I tell you. But not to let the real world outdo the wheel world, I got out for a little pedal out to Bar M and around. It was a beautimus day to be out, even though it wasn't sunny and perfect.