Change of plans

So I pulled out of the Paranormal race at the last moment. I had already paid my registration fee, but realized that I had been neglecting the third, and most important, "B." Beer. Bikes. Babe.

Instead, Rachel and I carved a pumpkin:

and did a Edgar Allen Poe hike in the Ragged Mountain Natural Area at 7:30pm. It was dark and spooky along the peninsula trail, which we had never hiked despite having been to Ragged Mountains a handful of time. We were led to an old chimney where a Poe-ish actor read Poe poems and stories by firelight. I'll never forget the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells.

Today I finished up removing the paint from the Rockfish:

Gotta get this welding done. Bike polo is destroying my commuter.