Traffic was completely backed up on Hazel going up the bridge - it might have been one of those days it was actually faster to ride home. I encountered about a dozen salmon fishermen walking back from Nimbus dam, always fraught as they dress in muted colors and no reflections or lights on the dark MUP. But no one was down there fishing and someone seemed to be working on the dam itself. Fishing is allowed til one hour after sunset, so the time was about right, but it was such a sudden concentration I wonder if a ranger came along and told them to leave.

When I got home my wife was right behind me in the van. She said she'd come across me about a mile out coming back from a coffee run, and had sort of stalked me, for fun, passing by me at least five times. I never noticed. I was zoned out listening to an interview with Jamie Oliver about holiday food, and thinking of dinner.