It was supposed to rain all weekend but instead it was sunny and tropical. Rode trails both days, nearly hit a deer, chased squirrels out of my basement, chased muskrats off my beach, rode the longboard, rode the shortboard, rode the landlock, drank a lot of beer and partied with the lads. Big Al came over and took care of a box of Sangria that was in my fridge for the past month.