Friday was rainy, Saturday was major errands, so before the weekend finished I needed to take Mistress out for a run that would free the soul prior to what the full workweek would bring. Seems most are enthralled in watching "football" (what is this horrid expenditure of time?) so yesterday when I was out helping my friend John with some home network stuff I said I would be going out and would he be interested? "Gotta be back in time to watch Gonzaga!" replies John... what, Hamlet's play within a play in Act 3, Scene 2? No... more football. "You can record it on your DVR now, Dad!" came a shout from down the hallway from his visiting daughter... the look on his face was "like that's going to happen". I leave him with "we'll talk tomorrow" and off I go.
Sunday comes and the day is bright and cool (40°f) and John calls in the morning and I get a text from another friend thinking she will ride as well, opportunities abound! As it is, either football or winterized bikes rule, or tires are too low in pressure, so John and I head out on a Beebe Bridge loop on a beautiful Sunday afternoon ride.
The orchard grasses are a brilliant green as somebody forgot to tell them that this is late November and the time for brilliance is over. Sun is strong, roads clear of the winter grit and sprays that are sure to come in near future and we ride along the Chelan Co. side up river, into Chelan, down to Chelan Falls, and then cross the bridge into Douglas Co. for the run back down-river on the other side.
Enjoyed the way the sun warmed things to a crisp 45°f at best, praise to the tech-gods as heated farkle rules as we wind our way back into Wenatchee and prep for a week of routine between the fewer rides brought by seasonal changes.
