I had my eyebrows waxed this morning, for the first time. From far away, I like how my eyebrows appear more defined—they actually look thicker. But close up, it looks a little freakish to have no hair at all, not even peach fuzzies, in the area around the eyebrows.

Today's was the worst ride yet. We drove all the way to Orting for a change of scenery. I pictured wide pastures and sweeping views of Rainier. What we got were narrow roads, often through unmanaged clearcut regrowth (not even an evergreen forest!) and no views of anything except abandoned and vandalized cars; backwater homesteads; large ravenous dogs thrashing at thin fences; shallow, marshy lakes festering insects and jet-skiers; and countless high-rise 4x4 pickups traveling by at 50 or 60 mph.

And I can't even begin to describe the Deliverance-level creepiness out there. When we stopped at the dilapidated convenience store (the only store besides a plywood tavern and gas station) to buy some batteries (which were dead right out of the package) dudes (one with a handlebar mustache) in 4x4s and a young pregnant couple in a 1983 Toyota hatchback looked at us up down and all around like they'd never seen bicyclists.

Except for the adrenaline rush of evading rabid dogs and one plastic bag thrown from a careening 4x4 pickup as it passed, and the out-and-out fear that one of those drivers would just go ahead and pick us off with his overprovisioned grill, the ride was so fucking boring I had to stop periodically just to get a break from the monotony.

The highlights: the tiniest little bunny hopping along the side of the road and one lone baa from a sheepy pasture at dusk.