On the trail Greg is almost always waiting for me. Mostly he is out in front, but occasionally on a technical section or a blazing downhill he says, “Amelia you get out in front.” But on climbs, I get out of his way.
In case you didn’t know, he rides a single speed. He talked me into riding a single speed and I did it for a couple of years. I got stronger, but not any skinnier because as the saying goes: one gear, more beers. Now I ride a full suspension geared bike and I don’t drink beer, but sadly I still am not any skinnier. But I digress.
So, he rides a single speed and he’s a guy which means he rides faster than me which equals waiting for me. On new dirt (code for new trails) he stops more often, “To keep you in my sights, Amelia.”
On our first ride in Ketchum about half way through the ride I came upon Greg waiting for me and said, “It sounds like there are people ahead of us singing.”
Not ten minutes later, there he is waiting again. “Listen, it’s not people singing, it’s cows mooing,” he said.
Half way up some steep ass grueling switchbacks that had me panting so hard I couldn’t even register what Greg was saying to me. (BTW, he does that to me a lot…talks to me at the top of a climb where he has caught his breath, but I am completely out of breath doubled over panting like a dog.) Anyway, I catch my breath and look to where he is pointing. Sheep. Tons of sheep. And of course, there was literally one black sheep. On a steep ass mountain. Bleating. Eating. Bleating. Maneuvering over the steep ass terrain as if it were a walk in the park. All the while bleating! We laughed at our discovery and their funny bleating. Then we mimicked them as we rode away to finish my favorite ride of our summer trip so far.
On other rides at the trailheads we read about the sheep, but did not get any pictures of the sheep on the trail.