Aug 15 - a different day

I don't understand why one day I feel like I'm plodding on the bike and the next day I can be pumping along seemingly effortlessly. Perhaps it was because it was sunny and warm yesterday, no long sleeved jersey necessary ? There aren't very many other variables ... the road was the same, the wind was almost the same, the bike was the same ... I just felt better. Perhaps it was the popcorn that I had after dinner the night before ?

I'm mostly packed. I'm sure that I'm forgetting something though. The bike box is on top of the car ... empty. Ah ha -- that's what I'm forgetting ! No -- I intend to carry the bike on top of our luggage in the back of the car and pack it at Sheryl's. I might ride from Cazaville to Hemmingford tomorrow or I might not.

I did some more organizing in the garage, which is looking much better. It would look even better had I made a trip to the dump. That will wait until we get back.

I'm sitting here staring out at the lake, flat calm, the sun not quite up, the sky clear. The next time I do this will be almost a month from now, the morning much cooler, no doubt, and likely some colour in the trees.

Onward ... Carol's tonight, flight tomorrow night.