The third horseman

Of all the yummy things Rachel makes, her pies have to be her crowning achievement. She's been perfecting her crust recipe for ten years and takes a leave-nothing-wanting approach to the fillings. They are divine.

And so last night I took it as a sure sign of the apocalypse that offers of pie were turned down by neighbors not once, but twice. Some drivel about "just hit my target weight" or whatever. This is not normal. If Leadville weren't on Saturday, I'd be very concerned.

Not wanting a third strike, we gave it to some friends that don't ride bikes.