I was telling myself that the weather was a bit warm for the adventure, since the mercury towered and glowered from the mid-80's. But the humidity was low, a gentle breeze blew, and the need to get out and move moved me to attempt the 19.22 mile loop. Well, my average speed, lackluster at best, took a few hits when the terrain or the traffic converted me to a pedestrian on two occasions. The sky was mostly clear at the beginning, other than a few small clouds and some high haze. And the sun, oh yes, the sun, shown quite brightly, and made me cherish the patches of shade. Oslin Creek Road went well -- the gravel has pretty well settled down and thinned out. A lot of folks were out making hay, one guy with a shiny new red tractor and green hay rake. Lots of round bells adorned the fields -- but one farmer I passed was doing it the old fashioned way, and cranking out "square" bales. I've hoisted and stacked a few thousand of those in my life!
Hurricane Drive was the pits. Freshly applied gravel, neatly smoothed out, lovely to the eyes, but aggravating to the cyclist. The forward rolling resistance goes up, while the side-to-side traction goes down. A guy in a pickup truck offered to give me a life for a few miles, and I should have accepted the offer. I gulped down the last few drops of water from the Camelback one mile from home, and trudged on in.
I think, the next time the urge strikes to ride for twenty miles, I'll just take another lap around Flint Stone Mountain.