This morning, it was 96 F/21 C and cloudy for the ride in. I have to say that this is the beginning of my least favorite season for riding. Still, it is speing, not summer, and conditions are fairly comfortable.

We are right in the middle of one of our 17 year cicada cycles. These are large, clumsy insects, resembling giant flies (about 1.3 inches/5 cm), that emerge from underground burrows, molt, and fly into the treetops to sing. The most interesting part is riding through different neighborhoods and hearing the change in the volume of cicada song. They are very loud where the trees are old-growth.

Paul`