Pretty gloomy at the start of the ride. Just Amy and I headed west undaunted by the clouds and wind. By the time we got to Excelsior the Sun had erased the grey to reveal a royal blue sky. Apparently the wind was in on it too, increasing it's intensity to insure that there wasn't a cloud to be found, and satisfying it's fetish for a spic and span sky. Trees out of habit hopelessly held leaves that were soon flying free flopping aimlessly through an intense and naked sky. A few of the hold outs still had leaves with pale yellows and transparent oranges, but their days, if not hours, were numbered by the relentless wind. Rivers once crowded by trees overburdened with leaves and life, now seemed lonely as the stark paths they sojourned were revealed.
Our objective was to make it to Watertown where the wind would no longer be our master, but our servant, aiding our adventure by adding speed and power to our backs and legs. The ease and delight of an almost effortless flight was a deserved reward.
Wonderful conversation with deep breathes of real air, warming sun on our backs, and wheels singing insures that the adventure will be revisited. 78/18.5
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