Slept with the windows open last night, woke a little late, but tried to get a ride in anyway. A front was supposed to move in, by 11. It was early

Started my 20-mile loop around 9:15, partly sunny, 51°F, winds SE @ 15–20 mph. At the five-mile turn, the blow hit like a freight train. I rode five miles directly into the wind on the canal path, with spray being blown up from the drained canal. I did this so that I wouldn't have a quartering headwind on the roads coming home. I cut the ride short, making a turn-off that gave me a quartering tailwind home.

It would have been nice to get upwind of home and sail back, but I think discretion is the better part of valor.



I think I've earned my eggs for brunch.