7:05 a.m. it was already before I made it out the door to get on Rhododendron and ride in the 52 degrees F and clear sky.
And it’s not just ashes.
Rode to where Lincoln Avenue divides into two roads: one that winds a bit to the east (even more now that there is a detour) before continuing north and the other, with no outlet, leads straight into a vast world of recycling. Went straight just long enough to stand on the bridge over the Saline Branch and headed back.
At Bradley turned left and sped (!) down the hill between Busey Woods and Woodlawn Cemetery. Almost at the bottom marveled at the standing water from Friday’s torrents that surrounded this very healthy looking oak tree.
And rode over the Saline Branch where the road turned sharply, which I always think would make a good shot, but it just seems like not a great place to stop.
And back. The summer is coming to a close. So glad to be here to witness its passing