Touche, Jupiter.
Flickr’d by davemorin.
So I woke up to leave the Jupiter yesterday morning, turned on the shower…cold water. Waited a little bit. Still cold. Waited. COLD!
Maybe you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
Cold shower, or not, I headed to the Columbia River Gorge at the base of Mt. Hood. I used to train there back in my formative days as a Junior Olympic Ski Racer during the summer months.
This time, I came in search of harnessing the power of the wind with my glider guru cousin, Dr. Jim Little, ten years my senior (though we are practically identicle twins).
Written from: North Beach - San Francisco
