Now I can just say things myself instead of nagging Wintermute to ask them. "Should you be riding that trail on that bike? Should I be driving that truck on that trail? How many people are going? What's the route? What was that Borregofest thing again? Which day is the ham exam?" I'm sure I'll be a charming addition
Winter and I were married in Ocotillo Wells, amidst camp fires and the not-very-distant sounds of Blowsand. I've largely been a back-seat dr... er, spotter for over a decade, but with him on a bike, I'll be driving the truck more. I look forward to meeting many of y'all.