Today, things fell into place, and off I went. Some years, the fall colors make you feel like you're moving through a stained-glass cathedral. This year, they're somewhat muted, but still worth appreciating. As I walked up the last part of Kennedy Ridge, the Peaks of Otter appeared to be a bit past their prime, with the blue-grey bones of the forests showing through. Still, Headforemost Mountain, on the right, gleamed resplendent. When I found the next paved portion of Wheats Valley Road, the exhilerating sense of speed returned. From the Gross Orchard to Jopling Road, I hurtled forward at 20 mph for the most part.
At 122, decision time. Take a left and go home? Or Otterville Road and go on? I opted for the bolder choice. To my surprise, I made it all the way up that degrading slope that leads to Mr. Hermon Baptist Church wihtout becoming a pedestrian. Then reached a new best speed of 38.2 mph on my Bianchi Volpe as I zipped down the other side. Coasted up the next upgrade, turned, and reaching another fork in the road. Ostler Road, for a Great Circle? Or the short cut offered by Hurricane Drive?
Well, the shadows were getting longer, so I took Hurrican Drive. To my delight, time had "gentled the condition" of the gravel, and I ascended that slope at 7 mph with the same sense of dynamic energy experienced when doing 21 mph on Wheats Valley Road.
I am gratifyingly tired now, and looking forward to tomorrow's adventures.
And, for lagniappe, here's an ancient "acid rock" tribute to synesthesia, In a Rainbow. (click HERE)