Dewpoints backwards-R us

Thick-o-fog this morning.  May burn off enough for a bike ride before building into afternoon thundershowers.  We'll see.

This is getting boring.

Sunday roadkill report

Three or four tattered porcupines, frogs, red-bellied snake, garter snake.  All of those in the first 24 miles -- rest of the ride was bereft.

Headed out into the fog, thick enough that I considered switching on the blinking tail-light on my bike.  Cleared off and turned steamy, but I got in a full weekend ride.  First time this year over the particular route, downriver and then inland, and we've sprouted still more new homes in former cornfields.  Sometimes I wonder what our offspring are going to eat in another twenty-fifty years.

Not-roadkill, a great blue heron scared up from his roadside pond.  The damned bird barked at me.  Jewel-weed blooming, some dinner-plate-sized mushrooms that looked like Aminita muscaria from bicycle-botany range, and the poison ivy seems to love this weather.

45.43 miles, 3:45:33

Another man done gone

Issac Hayes, singer and songwriter, age 65.

Dammit, the Sixties and Seventies keep dying on me.