The day started innocently enough with bug hunting and finding some really cool rust colored antlers. The The Man whose last name is a verb, and mysefl and Ms. Wonder pedaled out into the ether.
Really had no intention of going out for nearly 5 hours. But, the legs were willing and the mind was hungry for the zone of 4+ hours where things narrow, and the world is at bay and the fkow is strong and the woods are gorgeous and liberating. The Fry and I rolled back up the hill after S headed home, and we kept it even and consistent and tempo'd, and it was amazing and one of the best rides I can remember in a really long time. Thank you Fry-man. If this is an indicator of the quality of the season - which I believe it is - I am thinking it'a going to be a great one.