Trying on a new town: Bozeman. Learning new trails with old friends. Trying out being 100% freelance. This morning, spontaneous bike ride with my friend Heidi. Which meant early dinner and time to work on the novel with a glass of Malbec this evening. I could get used to this schedule.
Weekend hunting widow: Saturday bike ride.
Ten years ago I spent what I thought was an obscene amount of money on this red steed. Oh the places we have gone, the joy, the blood, and the bruises. Priceless.
Friday ride. Three larches. Smooth.