And sometimes I bike in sunny weather...

[Alarm]: 'Hey! It's 5:30 am. Get up and go biking.'
[Me]: 'No. Give me a minute to decide what I'm going to do today.'
10 minutes later...
[Alarm]: 'Hey, Lazy. I told you ten minutes ago to GET UP. Do it now.'
[Me]: 'I have the power to end you and I will exercise it NOW! This past week has been exhausting and sleep is a priority.'
7:30 am: Frostbite and River start getting restless (they are sleeping with me on the bed). I take them out and feed them. Back to bed.
10:15 am: Good morning, day. NOW it's time to go biking. 10 hrs of sleep and I feel much better.

Threatening clouds and 80+ degree heat didn't stop me, although I thought about just taking it easy inside my cool cabin.
Nome Creek, here I come.
Driving out, I see this A-hole in a big truck chase a bull moose down the middle of the highway for a quarter of a mile. I remind you, it's 80 degrees. The bull was running down the road and kept doing so because the jerk wouldn't give him space, but kept pressuring him. All he had to do was stop and the moose would have went into the woods. Yeah, moose are dumb. Chase them and they'll just keep running a straight line. Stop and they'll divert from the open path.
Then on the way back down at the end of the day, I see an ATV in the middle of the other lane, riding down a super steep section of the highway (on a big hill/summit), followed by a semi and two other vehicles. WTF was the dude on the ATV thinking?!?! The semi driver was probably so furious - I don't know how he kept control of the semi and didn't run the idiot over. Too bad.

Anyway, I was going biking...

I tried biking up the 'trail' to Mount Prindle, but that didn't turn out so well. It's not much of a trail and was pretty frustrating to bike.
I did learn/have a lesson reinforced (in addition the to previous creek crossing adventures) that clear water streams have slippery rocks, as they are coated in a thin layer of algae. Bike tires don't grip slick, wet rocks too well. So, yeah, I got my feet wet.

From there, I jumped back in the car and drove to the put in for Beaver Creek, then came back up the road and decided to give Table Top Mountain Trail a shot. It's a three mile, straight up, straight down loop (hiking trail), through a burned area, then up to the top of the ridge/mountain.

My car is depicted by the circle, over 2000' below

The day before, I found myself & bike around town & at Chena Lake,
enjoying the beautiful day and relaxing in the sun.

To keep up the sunshine biking trend, I laid some tracks along the Tanana River and got a feel of what it's like to roll a fatty in the mud.
I'm very thankful I taught myself how to ride a perfectly straight line, as it sure helps get me happily dry through places like this (below). In winter, I can ride the track of one cross-country ski.

Another short weekend of catching up on sleep and relaxing in the warm summer sun, while riding the fatbike. Hard to top that.
In the next six weeks, I have two 3-day and two 4-day weekends, which I hope to take the fatbike into the Alaska backcountry and see places like the Wood River, Mount Deborah, the headwaters of the Tok River, the Nenana Glacier, Denali National Park, and a return to Bus 142 on the Stampede Trail.
I'm excited. Time to get ready.