Just as I had hoped, the desire to ride found me again, albeit at some indiscernible point as I slogged through 10° with 85% humidity to meet my ride mates. For some reason this was one of those rides where I was content just to be there, dressed fairly well and enjoying the somewhat leisurely pace. Roads were mostly clear except for crossroads and a few areas around Homer lake.
The good kinda’ crazy:
Southeast Urbana, so happy to see you:
Markers + oil pastels + paper == fun