The themometer said 21.7 degrees this morning and snow was still on the ground. Bright sunshine was pouring across the eastern horizon and, with it, hope of warmer temperatures. Waiting for a more comfortable opportunity to get on the bike, errands and household chores were given first priority. During the mid-afternoon and the warmest part of the day (low 40’s), we rolled out.
Much of the snow was melted by that time, but there were several patches here and there. After a couple of days of being a little disoriented in my own backyard, the white stuff regressed and the familiar landscape became more apparent. Snow melt runoff increased the level of local creeks.
Oh, by the way, if you pedal across a bridge on a bicycle, you can still hear it gurgling by…and even on short rides, senses are tickled by a thousand other things not available to the inside of a car.
Try it sometime.