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Saturday I took a nice ride up Marmot Road to Barlow Trail Road, then turned around and headed back. There were several bicyclists heading west on Marmot. I didn’t see numbers on their jerseys so I assume it was a for-fun or training ride, rather than a race.
Sunday, however, was a different story. I went through Bull Run and Aimes then up to Corbett and up to Larch Mountain, and from Sandy all the way to Hurlburt Road I was passing bicyclists in some kind of race (numbers on their jerseys). Some road three abreast taking up the entire lane. I don’t understand their mentality when bicyclists do that.
I managed to get past them safely. By the time I got to Corbett the clouds were thickening up and threatening rain. It had rained the night before so several spots of pavement were wet. I then headed east up Larch Mountain Road. As I climbed elevation mist began to form on my windshield and face shield. Once above 2,000 feet it began sprinkling.
The parking lot at the top of Larch Mountain — at 4,000 feet elevation — was shrouded in cloud and mist and drizzle. It was the first time I’ve ridden in precipitation in months and I welcomed it. I turned around without stopping and headed back down the mountain toward home.
