The Crucible

Nothing beats the real deal. Nothing beats a cheese ride. The day started with a tentative 4 hour plan, which eventually morphed into 5 1/2 hours of cheese eating, hill climbing, dirt road riding fun. I told Feeman that I don't mind waiting on the climbs, but I refused to wait for him on the downhills. His decending skills matured alot today. It was either that, or get hopelessly lost far from home with circling buzzards overhead.











Belmont, you will remember this section from a few years ago. Who needs fat tires anyways?
















Cheese in Charm, and lots of it. It didn't eat for 2 1/2 hours after sharing this .72 lb block. We climbed that sweet hill right after eating this too.
















No, that's not a beer in his hand, for some reason, Charm is a dry town. He had to settle for iced tea, probably all the better.














So much cheese, so little time. Give me the big one Greta!












A few more shots to add to my 'Photos taken while waiting to Feeman to crest the hill' albumn. What do the Amish do with these things anyways? Nevermind, I don't want to know.

















Me at the summit of one of the numerous climbs.













If you look real hard you will see him coming up the hill.













Grasshopper, you may now snatch the pebble from my hand. We will have to see whether you are willing to do it again. Very few people on this earth have ever come back for a 2nd cheese ride. Next time I will make you climb Punisher hill.