The weather this weekend was a gift. The sun was out, and it was just glorious. I had to laugh at us yesterday. When we lived here, we rode all winter. We had our clothing choices for the bikes calibrated in 10 degree increments. For a given forecast we knew what to start off with and what would be coming off as the day warmed up. Yesterday we left when it was 55 with a chill in the air, neither of us could decide what to wear. After significant rummaging through the bike box we found the toe booties and the head socks. As it turned out, they were over kill, but the rest of the kit felt pretty good.
Today we went out to Fall City. It was 70 at the end of the ride. This is very unusual for this time of year. Sometimes it's unusual even in the summer. The water buffaloes were out, the ones foreground are wallowing in the mud. They looked happy. They're so far away, it's tough to get a good picture of them.