Yesterday did 65 km. into a large park area where we stopped for a lovely Thanksgiving brunch at lovely historic restaurant. (It was a rancher's home.) Leaf colours were brilliant but it was an area neither of us were familiar. We ended up on a path where this past summer's river flood sheared off a huge chunk of asphalt pavement into the water below.
Was tired and probably due to my lesser fitness this year and near zero temperatures. But can't complain much with all the fabulous colours we saw. I was also riding on a back wheel that had a broken spoke.
Today I was abnormally slow at a ride half the distance of yesterday's. Oh well. Still weather was fine and sunny.
My partner sets off for his solo bike into Glacier National park in Montana later this week. So my heart was in the ride with him...every day. No matter how tired /unfit I felt.



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