Chilly Hilly

When we rolled into our first of 50 miles Saturday morning, the temp was south of 40°. Five upper layers kept the torso toasty, but hands and toes were whining. After too much Hoosier food in the previous days, my tummy was also unhappy, only somewhat satisfied after ducking in the woods twice to wretch. Suffice it to say, fun as it was to be out on two wheels on a beautiful Indiana fall day, I was thrilled to cross the finish line.

Sunday was solemn, as I drove 30 mi west to my mom's old 80-acre farm and placed a bit of her ashes in her beloved garden. I’m grateful to the new owners for the privilege.

I'm now (10/11) relishing time in Atlanta with longtime friends, including a lovely woman who loved on me during tumultuous times in high school. Flying back to rescue sweet Lily Bell from doggy care Saturday morning.