Muck and I had plans to ride on Tuesday. When we woke up and saw that the sky was shitting, we knew Syncline was our only option. By the time we got out to Bingen, it was still 38 degrees and raining, but as we turned the corner onto Courtney Road, the rain stopped. In a matter of 30 minutes or so, the sun came out. It turned out to be a great day of riding. Late in the ride, at the bottom of Little Moab, Muck got a flat and neither of us had a tire pump. We BOTH had shock pumps, but no CO2 or tire pump. Muck asked the poignant question, " Why is it that the guys who should have everything they need for a ride don't?" It didn't matter. The sun was out, so we sat down and ate our lunch on the hill. While we were eating we spotted a giant bald eagle soaring on some thermals above us, and then, a red-tail hawk dive-bombing a crow in mid-air. So that was rad. We walked back to the car and drove to White Salmon for a beer. As soon as we rounded the bend into Bingen, it was dumping wet snow. It's amazing, no matter what the weather is doing in Portland or even out in Hood River, the sky never seems to shit on you at Syncline.