Rode five miles up a mountain and five miles down. Trespassed for a mile to avoid a nasty climb (this land was made for you and me). Wild flowers are peaking. Discovered thistles grow at exactly the height of my bars. Sucked blood off my fingers and made a mental note to buy full fingered gloves. Ran into a hiker and gave him some directions. Saw some longhorns. And a peacock! Warm, but not hot at 85º. Heaven.