After faking that it's been Spring, the real thing is finally upon us. Marked by celestial phenomenon of 12 hours of sunlight, 12 hours of none. (Also marked -- coincidentally? -- by crocuses in the garden.) For the next 6 months, we'll have more sunlight than not. Which seems like a great excuse for getting out and playing in the dirt with our dogs as much as possible.
Five of us headed down the road a piece to one of the local hot spots. Lots of scenery. Some long miles of sand slogging. A bit of early season cememt-like mud that jammed up pedals. Some pushing. And the gold: some good chunky riding.
T-shirt weather with a chill. Warm in the sun. Cold in the shade, of which there was almost none. Across the mighty river on the north faces of the canyon there was still snow. But I saw only one fast-melting snowball in a shadowy spot of the trail itself.
We rode and played and the dogs ran themselves silly.
--Greg
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