This morning's was another one of those rides where all the planets seem lined up and everything is right with the world. It's Friday, for one thing. No wind. No clouds. Some haze in the air. The sun coming up over the Green Mountains was lighting up the Adirondacks with a red glow. The air was cool (50-ish). I ran into (not literally) a woman on an MTB with panniers at an intersection and followed her for a couple miles, then passed. We exchanged friendly comments about what a nice morning it is. Lots of geese floating in the lake.

Then a cop was driving his car northbound on the MUP for some reason. I darted off onto the dirt shoulder and he moved to his right. I waved as I scooted past him. Not sure what he was up to.

Just before I got to work I smelled bacon. Mmmmmm.