Cliff and Jerrie have had a peacock squatting on their land for about a year. If you've never heard a peacock squawking at 6am you're luckier than I am, and Clyde who lives on the end of the ridge don't like the daggone thing either. So I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when I heard a gunshot while lying there in bed at 6:30am. Clyde missed, so I guess old "Biggie" gets away with it this time.

After getting my usual daily dose of java, I called Musclehead to see what the plan was. We met at the Bikefest at around 11:00am and walked around to check out the machinery. There were actually some Valks there that day including a wild custom named Valkzilla. We walked around for a bit and then took off for a ride up on the Cascade Lakes Highway. Upon our return to the Bikefest, we were informed that we had missed the bikini bike wash. DOH!

Tom and I hung around at the Bikefest for a while and then I decided to head back over to Prineville. When I got back to Cliff and Jerrie's, I stuffed the Valk back in the woodshed and headed in to get some grub. After dinner, we dragged some chairs up on top of the ridge to do some stargazing. The night was crystal clear and the breeze was cool. As the sun tucked itself away behind Grizzly Mountain, the sky above us was transformed into a black swatch with a billion twinkling pinpoints scattered across the horizon.

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