Sixty Fiver, I don't envy your commute at all. Not far enough to ride? No thanks. Your job itself, on the other hand...

And the bell on that very pretty white bike is hilariously large! Does it go "ding", or does it go "GONG!"?

To contribute: it's too warm, the roads are sloppy, and the trail is softening. 34 F on the ride home, and the Nordic Association had just dragged almost a third of the commute. Sorry about the ruts, fellas! Plus, I had to stop twice to kick fresh dog crap off the trail. At least the Coastal Trail is still solid, so I thought I'd tack on a few more miles on the firm trail to help forget the soft, but got turned around by a moose within a mile of Earthquake Park and had to cut the detour short.

Sigh, another gray Anchorage day. At least it didn't rain. I suppose I'll smear some warm wax on the skis head out. I already spun and cursed through the softness, might as well go back and kick through it and have some fun.