Yyyyaawwwnnnn

38 miles yesterday, including going over Muskegon State Park's Blockhouse Hill twice.

Stupid power was out most of the night. No fans. No sweet, sweet white noise to give the brain something to listen to instead of itself. No water pump. No ability to flush, or wash hands, or get a drink. No refrigerator, no air conditioner in the bedroom window, no nothin'. No updating my ride log. And, of course, shortly after I drifted off at about 2:30 in the morning, the juice comes back. All the lights go on, the fans come on, the AC fires up. Awake again. Grrrrr...

Apparently some yutz hit a pole on Old Channel Trail, and knocked the lines down.