This morning was the second Seattle Kidical Mass. We met up at a park in Ballard and made our way to Golden Gardens for a beach party. The water was freezing, but Brandt dashed around in the surf, getting his feet and hands wet.

The ride home wasn’t bad at all. I even made it up Stone Ave in one go and didn’t have to resort to my lowest gear. It’s funny that cycling up hills is fine, but walking up a flight of stairs makes me feel like I’m about to pass out. We even had energy to hit the park in the afternoon. Dan and Brandt did most of the running around while I lolled in the grass.