Thin Air

Andy, 9 April 2008

I don’t recall having much trouble while backpacking above 10,000 ft last August, but Nevada City’s modest elevation was killing me today when I pulled my bike out of storage and took it for a ten mile spin. It might have been due in part to the head cold I just put behind me, but damn were my lungs on fire. Back at it tomorrow, though—I’ve been craving pedal action like a suburban dropout craves Tina, and I’ll take what I can get.

Despite the punishing jet lag, I had a blast dilly-dallying in SF for a couple nights after my return flight from Auckland. Within two hours of running the gauntlet at customs I was drinking noon-time beers with Kevin and the lil’ bro at their place of employ, and things only got better from there. Still on the To Do list: many return trips to Latin America Club, playing with Troy’s new fixie, drinking the Rambow boys under the table, and hopefully a house party or two with Mac’s new co-workers.

The return to my home town has been a bit surreal thus far, but there are a couple of exciting things coming up that should prove thoroughly engaging. Meanwhile, I’m like a walking blizzard as the too-good-to-be-true tan flees my body with traitorous assistance from the dry mountain air.

Thailand is still percolating. Bear with me.

My cat’s breath smells like two turds fucking.

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