One word: dusty. This was a transition race between the end of road season and beginning of cross. Looping around Kruger's Farm in a dust cloud then a downhill stretch through the trees and back into the brown snow globe. I used 8 q-tips after the race... per ear! On the bright side, Tracey and I left with a heaping box of veggies and the largest head of garlic ever got turned into delicious butter on the grill.
