Where there is cow pucky there are cows. It took the Ripmo and I three laps dodging cow pies but the giant critters finally showed their faces. Most of it was dry and we escaped the truly nasty experience of coming home covered in manure based compost.
At one point, in an attempt to clear the sweat from my face I instead poked myself in the eye which ejected my contact leaving my 50% blind. Slamming on my brakes I was thrilled to find it had stuck to the inside of my sunglasses. I carry contact solution for just such occasions. When you are accustomed to stereoscopic vision the descent gets sketchy when you can only see from one eye.
The ride – Providence Canyon