More buttercups, florets on the lupine spikes starting to open, bunch-berry blooming, and I am going to claim moccasin-flowers, both pink and white. Those are really at the edge of bicycle botany, though.
No fresh roadkill. Tuesday's porcupine corpse lingers, with the scavengers unwilling to work through quills to a meal.
Got out on the bike in advance of forecast afternoon showers. Windy. Did not die.
15.29 miles, 1:19:45