Windy Monday

After three tube replacements (not mine) things settled down, except for the wind, and I got into a bit of a rhythm. My riding companion decided not to push her luck any more and submitted to the tire gods.
A stiff east wind dictated a ride across the river. Who'd of figured? There's a whole 'nother city over there! Comin' home was sweet, for several reasons. 40/16.6

Veiw From Cherokee and Smith. I think this quaint little town is called St. Paul.
High Bridge