It must owl season already. I was totally jolted by the creepy wail of a screech owl, formerly known as a wtf-is-that-a-friggin-ghost, along an inky black country road around 6am. Thanks to visits to the local nature center with my son, this animal has been recently demoted from the supernatural.

Otherwise, perfect weather! 56F, no fog, clear skies. Almost no sweat. Made record time. Maybe the last perfect ride of the year?