To the thief who stole my bike lights tonight:

I hope you sell my lights for enough to purchase some tainted drugs that leaves you bent backwards in pain for the last miserable minutes of your life.
You managed to take off the front light which was detachable (I suppose its my fault for tempting you with such an easy target), but you also stole the cover from my backlight along with the batteries. Either way, you rendered them completely useless to myself and you. Well, I suppose you have 2 half dead AA batteries from the backlight. I throughly enjoyed biking home in the dark with no lights.
I hope by now you're still in the last 30 seconds or so of pain. Have a wonderful night, and burn in hell you boil on the ass of mankind. There aren't any excuses for you or your life. 

Well, the Gorge race was rather flat this year, but it was a pretty fun trip.

I've always enjoyed camping out, and not showering for days on end.

 

We went hiking up Mt. St. Helens while we were down there, and it was a decent hike. Gorgeous views once you get to the top. Well worth it. Took my paddle and life jacket up to the top - this is what happens when you start the evening betting somebody 5 US dollars and a pitcher of Coors Light. It just goes downhill from there.

 

The biggest news is my progression in flatwater kayaks! I've gone up several levels of tippiness, and I'm paddling in a fairly tippy kayak now - a Kirton something something. I've gone from the Tieken to the Laser, to the Delphine, and now to whatever Kirton one we have at the club. Ah, fun times. It does remind me that I really should learn to tread water.