June

Its been a while. June is a weird month in the valley. For one the "June Bugs" are out. I'm not a big fan of this bug. I really don't know what it does, or who eats it. It has been hot, however with all the fires up north the cloud of smoke over my town has actually kept the temperature about 10 degrees cooler. This doesn't mean that my electricity bill will be any less, but it is much nicer.

I have officially started to manage my own projects, and it is a little nerve racking. I know I can do it, but it is just the doing it and proving to everyone that I can, that's daunting. I will be starting another job next week, and taking over a third in a few weeks. Finally everything is coming together. 

I just bought a new softball bat, and last night was the first game with it. Everyone seemed to like it. It felt really good and I was able to get two singles and a triple. Not bad for the first day in action i guess.

Oh... Last weekend I rode my bike from Bakersfield to Camp Nelson. The trip took 8 hours, and we climbed about 12,000 vertical feet. We rode to Woody, up to Glenville, through Sugarloaf and over Portuguese pass. Down the back side to the Great Divide highway, up to the walk of 100 giants, and then to  Ponderosa. Everything was great until the Great Divide. It was the hottest day of the summer so far, and there was no place to hide from the sun. One of the guys had a road temp. of 129 and I wouldn't doubt it. Once we got to the walk of 100 giants, we were way past civilization, and people were looking at us like we were from outer space. Once we arrived at the Ponderosa bar, nothing was on our minds more then shots of whiskey, and the nine mile decent into Camp Nelson. There were tons of touring motorcyclist at the bar, and all they could do was stare and say "you came from where?!?!" and "Are you crazy!!". My only response was, "yes, and I cant wait to get off this bike". The decent was amazing, and very fast. When we got to Camp Nelson we went to the cabin and then I went to meet my dad at our camp site. It had been a while sense I had been up there and forgot that there was a nasty climb from Camp Nelson to our camp site (about 700 vertical feet). Needless to say the ride was epic, and fishing the next day just toped it off.

I think I'd better get back. I will write soon, I promise.

Until then...