Brown Spots on My Hand by Hoo Frung Pu

I had to leave for Blackfoot, Idaho early on Monday morning to check into my apartment and tour the new hospital I would be working at. Jeff, his son Michael and I got up even earlier so that we could go on a bike ride on the Providence Canyon skyline trail. As you can see from the darkness of the photo the sun had not yet graced us with its presence.

This is a good shot of the trail and the wild sunflowers that covered the side of the mountain.

More sunflowers.

Jeff and Michael at the end of the trail, or at least where our ride ended.

  

A view of Cache Valley

Another view of Cache Valley and the Logan temple.

Michael and I at the end of the road. Right after this picture was taken I ran my hand under my nose and got a whiff of something foul. I looked around for evidence of a rotting corpse somewhere but could not find a source for the smell. I mounted my bike and prepared to start riding when I noticed a brown blob on one of my fingers. I did not have to examine it closely to figure out that it was dog poo. I figured that as I was following one of my companions they had unknowingly charged through the offending pile of poo and sent it flying on to my unsuspecting hand. We inspected the other bikes and discovered that Michael had hit the pile but had sprayed himself as well as me with the stinky slime.

The mysterious stinkyness.

The face of innocence

Poop on the shorts and on the bike. Oh well at least it had not gotten on the mouthpiece of my camelback.