Where for Art Thou, December?

 "...Step outside and take a breath of the morning

And the wind will tell you which way to go

You are the needle on the compass for certain

The missing map has come back to your door

Those wheels are turning once again..."

(Beckley and Bunnell)

I can't recall ever letting the wind determine, although if there is a problematic headwind, or conversely if i see the possibility of a problematic headwind later that could inform me i might need to shorten a ride. No chance of that today - it was pretty darn still Out There. A few creatures were stirring, whose path i followed by sound by sound rather than sight, as he descended along a roughly parallel path. If i didn't know it was December, i don't think i would have guessed it; a cloudless blue sky, glaring sun, and anything but cool temperature (even coyote was panting, even when heading "down" the road) seemed suggestive of an other season.

Red? Red Hugh, is that you? If so, you're looking pretty healthy especially in comparison to that mangy flea-bitten cur i spotted last weekend.

a wary eye

up and over, sure, but what i really want is to get back to doing some of those up-canyon rides - the way is there

added one piece to the collection

fog laying low in the valley

seem to have picked up a bit of rusty buckwheat