Team Ironclad Becomes Team King Torta!

Well, at least for a day. In honor of the Colonel.

Today’s route was about 4 hours worth of 4000 feet with some extra roly poly just for good measure. A fine showing made their way high and low through the fog and rain around distant NW Portland.

And no sojourn is complete without a burrito, if only in effigy.

At least it was warm.

Here we see the team celebrating outrunning the Hell Hound, who this year seems to have earned himself an electric collar as a result of his assholitude. Can’t blame the lad. He’s a big ol’ yellow lab and of course they think we’re tasty treats.

Koller jettisoned some bacon just to appease the hound, for good measure.

When all was said and done it was a soggy affair, the sort that can only be cured by cookies, fire, and Rainier beer. Mmm,,….coooookies………fiiiiiiiire………..good to also warm the goodies by!