I rode West.
I took the Rails to Trails system about 10 miles out, ending at a quaint, cottage-style cafe with a wide deck on which to sit and watch the gray skies roll away into blue. I drank coffee, read the newspaper, and splurged on strawberry crepes. And then I watched the blue skies roll away into gray...
...and rode home under plump drops of summer rain that fell heavy and splashed big on my helmet, face, arms, and legs.
A lovely, cool morning for a ride.
The cafe caters to riders on the Rails to Trails.
Heading home as the rain clears.