It was a warm day today with a lot of snow melt making for a misty day; the familiar had an eerie look.
I stopped for awhile to watch the planes. I could hear them long before they would appear through the mist. Ghost planes.
It was warm enough so I didn’t need to pay much attention to how I dressed, but I just rode 7.5 miles. I was not in a rush and stopped along the way often to snap pictures and look around. With all the melting snow I ended up riding through perhaps a few too many puddles than was good for me staying dry! They were too temping for a January day.