In spite of hurting Monday night after I got home from work, I got up early Tuesday morning and went for a quick little 75 mile ride. I met Randall at the Haws Creek store and we had breakfast. When getting ready to leave, the lady working at the store/diner told us to be careful and watch for bear. I was halfway out the door and backed up to inquire a bit more. She said that there had been a lot more bear sightings this summer, I assume from the drought. She said one of her regular customers, an elderly gentleman, just last week had a mother and two cubs eating what was left of his garden. I assured her that we would watch out for them, Randall and I have both rode up on several bear before in our years of riding, but they never fail to provide excitement!
Then she added, "which way are you going?" I told her and she said she lived back a mile past the iron bridge (I love that old bridge) and there have been four people who have seen a large mountain lion in the area. Now that would be some excitement I have not experienced. So Randall and I did what any other dumbasses would do after hearing this. We split up and rode back solo. haha
On my way back I did run across a friendly little chap, a diamondback rattlesnake. He was very polite, stopping to pose for a couple of pictures before proceeding to vanish into the plush carpet of the forest.
I'm still not completely over my surgery, it still hurts a little bit to ride. The MTX has slowed the healing down so much, I should have been completely healed a month ago. I feel no pain from with the exception of riding, and my doctor said it will continue to get better, just slowly. Sigh ... life with RA medication. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.