the last buoy

so i mentioned to you that i had gone out with barb and also with my friend diana to bring in the buoys and flags leftover from the bitter pill, but there was still one last buoy i hadn't gotten to yet, the one way out in the great northern swamp. it's not terribly close to any trail and to get there you have to, well, cross the swamp.

...which is full of razor grass.

...and THEN you get to the edge of the pond and can wade in the mucky water to go get the buoy.

sounds like fun, right?

well, i was out riding with barb and she agreed to come along for moral support (and i am telling you that moral support is worth a LOT) and we walked together up to the edge of the pond but then that puppy was all mine.

but here is a thing about having barb walk in front of me as far as the pond: she was wearing long pants, and was able to make something of a path for me through the razor grass.

even so, i'm still pretty cut up a week later.