Partly sunny. The mountains are not greening yet, and beige is the predominant color. I pause at the top of Gunstock Creek Road and admire the peaks. They're the same color as the clouds. Head down Sedalia Creek Road, and ruefully note the oracle of the flag -- another day into the headwind, mes amis! But again, I'm not in any hurry.
Just on a lark, I turn right onto Persimmon Creek Road, and relish the expansive vistas. 90% of the harsh jumbo gravels are now politely bedded down and embedded in the road bed, so the ride was fairly smooth. At the point where Bob enjoyed the sight of a flying mountain bike -- that he'd been riding a second earlier -- I hit a headwind, and an upgrade, and turned pedestrian. Hey, I'm easing back into the regimen! Let's try it again, Bob!