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Wednesday roadkill report
(We now return you to your regularly-scheduled non-political journal.)
One dead raccoon, up near the golf course, and a flat muskrat out in the bog. Also a couple of garter snakes here and there. Add those as a postscript to the bicycle season toll.
Temperature shot up past 60 F at noon, so I summoned my trusty steed and rode forth under gray and windswept skies. Whatever. Most of the leaves are down, with the exception of some confused European maples and the oaks and beeches that will hold brown leaves right through winter. Even the larches are down to a golden fuzz in the bog, although some of the isolated highland trees are still brilliant.
"All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray..."
Hey, if I get another couple of rides in, I can reach 1400 miles! (To which Wife replies, Fat Chance. That glacier is still out there, biding its time.)
15.33 miles, 1:10:24
1329 miles on the odometer, 1350+/- actual.
One dead raccoon, up near the golf course, and a flat muskrat out in the bog. Also a couple of garter snakes here and there. Add those as a postscript to the bicycle season toll.
Temperature shot up past 60 F at noon, so I summoned my trusty steed and rode forth under gray and windswept skies. Whatever. Most of the leaves are down, with the exception of some confused European maples and the oaks and beeches that will hold brown leaves right through winter. Even the larches are down to a golden fuzz in the bog, although some of the isolated highland trees are still brilliant.
"All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray..."
Hey, if I get another couple of rides in, I can reach 1400 miles! (To which Wife replies, Fat Chance. That glacier is still out there, biding its time.)
15.33 miles, 1:10:24
1329 miles on the odometer, 1350+/- actual.
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(Anonymous) 2008-11-05 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)Kristen
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