My Aegis is perfect

or, rather, any bicycle is perfect. i was reminded of this fact after a mega-stressful day. a day during which i sobbed on the phone not only to my parents but to two of my best friends. the misery knew no bounds...all because of m-fing accounting 117. i am developing a loathing for the class.

so i escaped around 6, and headed out for 3 hours of bliss on my bike. i rode up hill after hill after hill, seeing nary a car (8 total). i rode past willow lake and whiskey springs, up fish lake road to highway 140. then i turned around and kept the throttle on. the sun was setting, my wattage was kickin, my heart rate telling me it's ready to tear it up during july. i was listening to ray lamontagne on the shuffle (thanks, kat, for introducing me to his music), and as "jolene" wound down, i sat up in the night air, feeling the moon rise at my back, and let the wind take me home. look mom, no worries and no hands.

this place (southern oregon) is so magical. so serene. so unspoiled. i am saddened by its economic strife. by the limited opportunities for its native sons to carve out a living among its hills. by the paving over of its fertile soil to make way for another parking lot to hold the throngs flocking to the big box low-price leader.

but rather than just bitch and moan, i think we can do something about it. something small...yet every little bit helps. stay tuned...

yet another illustration of the beauty of my home state: the scene below is looking off the deck of our house, after an evening rainstorm. magnifique, no?

peace