GMR Friday today so I took the opportunity to ride up to the ToM (Top of Monroe). More people out than I normally see on a Friday morning - more riders, more slalom boarders, more gorgeous gals walking, more motorcycles. Butterflies got caught in eddies between my arms and fluttered along with me as I rode up mountain, squirrels stopped gathering seeds to sit up spectating as I rode past, a seed plucked from cheek pouch as a snack. The sky was velvet blue drapery and the hillsides vivid red. About as good as it gets.
fifteen more to turn-around
a wall to call my own
buckwheat and yucca at the edge of beyond