Rumors of Ernest Hemingway's demise are greatly exaggerated. Here he is researching his sequel to Old Man and the Sea called The Really Old Man and the Lake". It will be even shorter than his novella. The revised first line will go like this: "He was an old man who fished alone in a Lund rowboat in Mirror Lake and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish."
After my brush with literary greatness Kitima and I went out for a ride after the rain stopped. Last things first: Kitima polishing off Papa Bear. The last 12 miles were into a fierce headwind. 
Instead of the out and back on Braselton we opted to climb up Whiteface until turned away at the toll booth. She donned her Cheetos jersey.
Time for some nutrition...candy cane flavored Infinit.
Descending into Wilmington. Lots of Tri-Life folks out and about today. Apparently they can't ride to the right of the white line.
Still fresh and climbing out of town near Jack Rabbit Hill. Later we ate at Nicholas and we are crashing out tonight. Tomorrow she is running and I'm going to get up early and climb all of Whiteface before the gate opens.
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