After carefully selecting the bait, setting the line out just so, and patiently waiting for almost two weeks now, I've finally gotten a bite, and happier I couldn't be. Josh, who I'm guessing was hip deep in a new batch of his own brew, has decided to join me in riding Chequamegon. Welcome to the nuthouse Josh.
Shortly after reading the news reality set in. Forty miles on a mountain bike, off the comfort of a paved road, is a long, long way. Time to start putting in some trail miles. Josh, we'll have to talk, perhaps over dinner, I'll cook.
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