Climbed the local mtn pass and saw a strong roadie approach as I crested the summit. I put in a really strong effort the last couple miles so I said "I guess you were catching up to me the last bit there, huh?" and all he said was "mehhh..." and turned around to descend. ******. I also skinny dipped in a small snow-melt pool that was still freezing ****ing cold and then salvaged a boat helm (steering wheel) from the dump on the way home. The funniest part about climbing the pass is that you have to bring your passport since you pass through US customs on the way back into town.