I got on the bike at the crack of dawn to do one of my favorite Sunday morning rides. It's a winding, hilly, back country road with steep, long climbs. I saw mist rising from the fields and calves frolicking. A new foal was standing near the mare and a deer crossed the road as well as 2 rabbits. I saw a favorite roost for the buzzards too. The climbs were agonizingly slow, but after I finished, I felt I had really accomplished something. When I finished that ride, I jumped on the mountain bike and took the dogs for their exercise. The weather was perfect and I finished none too soon before the winds really started picking up.

How was your ride?