Last night the skies raged. It was another typical storm with beaucoup thunder and lightning. As is usual around here, the storm followed a horribly hot and humid day.
Today was yet another day that I abbreviated HHH – hazy, hot, and humid – in my bicycling log. I took today off from the bike and spent a couple of hours tending to my pathetic garden. It is full of unwanted vines, crabgrass, and weeds.
After 45 minutes I had to stop working. I sat in a plastic lawn chair in the shade, gulping water from one of three bottles I had brought outside either me. My clothes were already soaked with sweat. My heart rate was through the roof.
Fortunately a breeze kicked up and I cooled down. Once my heart rate came down, I returned to my labor. This time I lasted about 30 minutes before returning to my chair.
After reviving I gave the garden one more go before surrendering to Vulcan. Dang.
I hosed myself off so as to not drip sweat and mulch bits all over the house. Preparing for a shower I reached over my head to take off my T-shirt. It was pasted against my skin.
It was a shirt I bought in North Cascades National Park on my 2018 cross country bike trek. I bought it after climbing five mountain passes in four days. It had some small holes in it so when I gave it a yank I Hulked it. The back just shredded. It was still so wet that I had to take it off like a skirt.
It will live on for a while in my rag bag before succumbing to the trash.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
Don’t know your own strength 💪😉
If you ever want a replacement shirt, just let me know! I’ll be up north come September or October. 🤣
No need, but thanks for the offer. If you’ll be hiking around Lake Diablo, I envy you big time. It’s amazingly beautiful.
We usually drive by that area. Stop to take a peak, and then promptly get away from the swarms of tourists. Still a worthy stop despite the crowds. I think this year we might go in a slightly different spot. Stay tuned.