Sure I had other pre-trip things that were more important to do, but I didn’t let that stop me from joining my fellow IAAL•MAF’ers on last night’s river ride, which by the time I returned home left my bike’s odometer showing 708.8 miles and whose last bit of physical exertion (despite that Foster’s Freeze cone I had before the ride!), had the scale showing me at 210 pounds this morning.

Two goals achieved: 700 miles on The Phoenix and 50 pounds lost — both ahead of schedule. But no time for celebration. Now my goal is to get my ass packed. Fortunately our flight to Redding’s not until this evening so I should be able to achieve that, too.