I took an hour for lunch and headed to Afghanistan for a mountain bike ride.
I was happy to get by this ancient shrine without incident.
As I approached the hills the roar of jets and the rumble of distant blasts jangled my nerves.
This canyon looked like ambush city to me, so I turned around.Those damn Taliban drained the lake while I wasn't looking!
Well I just count my lucky stars I am not in Afgahnistan. Hats off to all those that are.
This was actually just a pleasant ride up the Cerro Gordo road above Keeler. Rode up in shorts and t-shirt, down in warmers.
It was peaceful for the most part, but I did hear a lot of military jet traffic and there was a quarry on the other side of a ridge where they were blasting.
It's good to get over that cold and feel human again!