The Adventures of Rust and Brit

Rusty and I decided to go on a 30-mile bike ride yesterday.  I'm not sure why I thought that going to the gym twice a week and spending 15 minutes on a stationary bike would condition me to do such a thing.    

There was a lot of this.  Meaning, there was a lot of me saying, "Oh let's stop and take a picture!"  Just so I could rest a bit.

I told Rusty here that I wanted to get a picture of the pretty green field and him riding passed it...it just so happened to be located in the middle of a huge hill.  Yes, there ARE hills in the Treasure Valley, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.  The picture took four tries.  It took that long to catch my breath.  "Darn Rust!  You just zoomed by me again!"

About 2 hours into the trip, I was done.  But we were still 4 hours away from our destination.  I hit every single piece of glass and goat head that I could see in hopes of getting a flat.  No such luck.  I didn't think I could get anyone to drive and pick me up unless I had a flat tire.  

We ended up turning around a little early.  But all was not lost!  We saw a Dharma van on the way back!  (It's hiding behind the haystack).