Bears and Dogs. And the odd bad driver.

It has been pointed out to me, usually by women like my mother, that I will be going through a lot of bear country on this ride. Since I live in Colorado, I am used to bears in the backcountry. We have black bears everywhere here, and bear/human interaction is something that we take seriously. Last summer, we even had one try and break into the house.

But a lot these miles will be in Grizzly country. They are a totally different threat. And apparently their poop is very different, as explained on this sign.

With that in mind, I started researching pepper spray. I found some on Amazon that comes with a device for attaching it to my handlebars, so now I am ready to roll. And feeling pretty invincible, I might add. In fact, I am going to go back to one of my training routes and see how that mangy hound likes the taste. I am also hoping to meet that redneck again that thought he would try and run me over after I gave him that hand signal indicating he was #1.

One more piece of gear taken care of.  Be sure to tune into my next post where I address saddle sores!