Home again home again

Swimming in Bremerton was neat, they have one of those pools that is dark blue.  It's in a brick building with no windows, so imagine the acoustics. There was no one but me in the pool and a teen girl lifeguard who was jamming out some soulful a capella Rhianna.  So it was like: stroke, stroke, stroke, "ella ella ay ay ay" stroke, stroke, stroke, " I told you I'd be here fo-evvah" stroke, stroke, stroke... pretty rad swim all in all.

 Now I'm back home, there's snow on the hills and my view is jaw dropping leaf-a-rama. I'm kicking off 2 weeks of swim form work.  that means swimming most days with a bike or run after.  Today I met the coach at the pool for drills and for her to check if I knew how to swim yet.  The best part of the day though was the run after.  I went up Post Canyon and it was an arc of butter yellow and rain falling as I wove along little dirt paths in a very peaceful fall world.
 Amazed along the way to recall that: Mountain bikers around here are cray-cray.  Again, Hood River is an otro nivel of hard core.