Camp Far West
I took a long and lovely bike ride today, but it got off to a rough start. While pulling my bike out of my bike shed the chain somehow slid off, which somehow caused the clipless pedal to fly around and smack me in the knee-cap. I grumbled, put the chain back on and started riding. I decided to head towards Camp Far West, about 20 miles S.E. of me on quiet roads. About 5 miles in a dog that acts a dog chased me briefly but gave up when I sped away. I continued on and less than a mile later, two bigger, faster and more persistant dogs took chase as their owner looked on in amusement from her lawn-mower. The dogs had the advantage as they had seen me coming and started before I reached them. I yelled at them, and their owner and prepared myself to kick the nearest one in the face, but he saw it coming and slowed down. I took the opportunity to speed up again and rode on, shaking my head in discust for the owner to see. Aside from running out of water halfway back the rest of the ride was uneventful, but there was some very pretty farmland and what appeared to be a small vineyard along the way. I also passed a historical point of interest; the Overland Emigrant Trail. This is where the rescue party that went after the Donner Party met up. Incidentaly, Marysville is named after Mary Donner of Donner Party fame.