Rain and a haircut, no ride

The rain started before the sun came up and it hasn't stopped since. First we drove around and hit up the grocery store, bike shop, and movie theatre to check times.

Then we came back to the hotel for some lunch and while others did homework, the rest of us headed off to see Horton Hears a Who. It was a good movie, which I probably would have appreciated a little more were I between three and eight years old. Our group had the highest average age. Probably the oldest median and mode ages as well.


Then I cut my hair. No joke. Duncan had a clippers but forgot the extensions, so it was all or nothing. I couldn't figure out how to get a mohawk going, so this was the result:



Tomorrow we're driving to some big nasty hills. Now that the shampoo budget just got smaller, I won't mind the heat under my helmet as much. Keep the rubber side down.