Courtesy of the unseasonably warm weather, we had a great ride last night. Because it didn't start until after dark, there were very few of the joggers, wobbly bikers, and stroller pushers that you have to contend with during the summer. I didn't swallow a single no-see-um and didn't have to fight off a single mosquito until I was back at the car and loading up my gear. I got in nearly 14 miles, which puts me within 3 miles of the 2000-mile goal I set for this year.
The senses consume. The mind digests. The blog expels.
Certain individuals keep telling me that I should be a writer (Hi Mom). This is probably as close as I'll ever come to making that happen.
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