I rode down south today. Had a route planned out without checking the length, and just turned around when the time was right. That put me right near Kleburg Cemetery, so I went in and had a look around. Oldest stone I saw was from 1879, which is pretty old for around here. Saw one marker for a lady named Myrtle Branch. Got in 46.9 miles.

It was absolutely beautiful weather, cool but not cold, breezy, but not too bad to ride.