It’s Friday, and in the spirit of knocking off early for the weekend I’m gonna leave you with my latest Outside column and then split:
It was very hot on the day of this ride, and the column includes a photo of me swimming illicitly and doing my very best impression of an otter:
You’ll note the photograph is credited to none other than Jörs Trüli, and as you know I have no friends to take pictures of me, so you may be wondering how I managed it. Well, I simply propped the phone up on a rock and started recording video, from which I then took a screenshot. While you do see me floating around out there without a care in the world, what you don’t see is me slipping on an extremely slick rock on the way in and nearly busting my ass:
You also don’t see me unable to get back out of the water for a comical amount of time due to that very same slick rock, which I repeatedly attempt to scale in vain like a frog slathered in Vaseline trying to climb out of a Mason jar:
If you’d like to see the actual unedited video of my humiliation it’s available with a premium subscription:
All right, I’m out of here. If you need me I’ll be on the Roaduno:
I might even stop for a swim.