Sun Valley - Day 3 - Mountain Bike Ride

So today we're gonna try a mountain bike ride. Gonna get going pretty early and see if we can get a good long ride in. Scott doesn't ride much and his bike is pretty much neon yellow old skool, but we'll see how both fair. Hopefully we're smart enough to have learned our lesson from two days prior.

We spend about 4+ hour riding a giant loop, climbing up to about 9200 feet. The trail was nice, with some rocks on the way up, but not too bad. Mosquitos were horrific, so we didn't stop for long. Overall a nice ride and I totally forgot the camera.

Later, back @ the hotel, here is Scott waiting for the power to suddenly shut down in the hotel (unlikely) so he can use the headlamp that I loaned him. After knowing this guy for almost 30 years. he is still a screwball.

Speaking of screwball, Scott taught me all sorts of new screwball "Idaho" sayings.

• Let's flip a bitch. This means we need to make a u-turn.
• Oh man, I have to take an epic growler. This means I need use the restroom and do a #2. Epic may either refer to size or immediacy.
• Let's tennis shoe over there. This means we will walk to that location.
• Oh, that's a shit-ton. This means there is quite a bit of whatever we're talking about.
• Let's kick this pig. This means we will leave. I quizzed Scott quite a bit about the use of this saying, since I don't think he really has any animosity towards pigs, or anything belonging to the swine family. He didn't, it was just one of those Idaho things. I used this saying with some reserve and hesitation.
• I haven't seen that since the war of Chateau Brion. I, frankly wasn't clear on useage for this little slogan. Scott used it when something was quite rare (like while "watching" TV he left it on a channel for longer than 15 seconds) or something quite common (for example, his daily epic growler) so, I was pretty much confused. As a result, I chose not to repeat it for fear I would use it incorrectly, and clearly label myself to the locals as an "outsider" to my Idaho brethren.

As I recall, later that night we hit the local watering hole, Sawtooth Club or Sawtooth Grill or whatever, the fucking joint was right across the street....Anyhow....I introduced Scott to my favorite Tequila, Patrone, so we sat there, watching all the Friday night activities of the 20 somethings while we drank beer and expensive tequila. Thankfully, we were epic growler free and able to tennis shoe back to the hotel without mishap.