M. and I hopped on our bikes after a bit of a leisurely Saturday bicker. I gave up when the uphill against the wind was getting to me, but I still put a good 15 miles or so on my cheap odometer.

When I doublebacked on my own, I could change the pace a bit to the bike path through a bit more greenery. This guy was hanging from a tree just inches above the helmut. It may or may not be an orb weaver.

I also dug some of the looking like the old, wild west.