Sometimes the body calls the shots

Today I skipped out on the planned ride. When I finally got up this morning it was really obvious that I wasn't going to be riding today। After waking up at 8am promptly followed by a phone call to Dave See to let him know I was about to stand him up (we were supposed to ride Rouse Ridge together), I rolled
over and continued my tossing and turning that disguised as sleep. Sometimes we don't get to call the shots. Be it yur Dad or Ma', yur boss or yur Sahrfrog, or in this case the body, when push comes to shove sometimes you just have to do as you're told cuz yur jus along fur the ride. Anyway, instead Sahrfrog, Marmu and I went on a great hike down to Fisherman's Camp off of Tenaja trail. Yes, it was great. Cool. Cool. Cool.
...But first
...Sea Otter. Sea Otter. Sea Otter.