Just 11 miles of gravel up to “The Hollow” and back. Stopped to talk with a guy hunting woodcock, which I didn’t realize is a game bird. Can’t be much eating there. 43 degrees and some wind, so I wore a wool long sleeve undershirt, wool socks, gloves, etc. but my eyeballs got cold. Looking ahead it’s mostly days with highs in the 30s, so it may have been the last ride of the season.