Saturday morning was special. Mid August around here is usually so thick that you can cut it with a set of high-priced carbon wheels. But this morning was different. Low humidity is something to be cherished in August. You must bask in it like a cool mountain stream.
I basked for 90 glorious miles. I even started off with arm warmers.
Words can't do it justice. Neither can just two pictures, but here they are anyway.