Couldn't get anyone to rise and shine early on a Sunday morning, so I went for a solo 35. Was intending to do more like 55, but I had a little too much wine Saturday night, and had been working pretty hard physically on Saturday also. So I wimped out on myself, was a little grouchy on my way out the door and felt like the first three miles were no fun.
Then I reached the state park near my house. It has an upper lake and a lower lake, and part of a low mountain ridge runs long one side. Just as I was entering the park I disturbed some wild turkeys, and one actually flew alongside me for a bit. That was cool, it put a smile on my face and I enjoyed the rest of my ride. Even went up Red Hill so I could have the almost way too scary awesome downhill rush.