I had the day off today, but the kids were all in school — so I jumped on my bike and went looking for some sun.
I did at least get out of the fog as soon as I started climbing out of the plain, but despite a couple of attempts, the sun never did quite make it through the overcast.
Why do I ride a gravel bike? Precisely so I can do rides like this, with a long on-road approach, and then a fun bit at the top.
To be honest around here I would have been much better off with proper fat mountain-bike tyres; the Kendas on my Bianchi are pretty good for what they are, but they weren’t quite up to literal rivers of snowmelt coming down the path I was trying to ride up — so I stopped for a quick photo op and a breather.
The long way down, back on tarmac.
This sort of thing is good for the soul — that, and the shower beer I allowed myself when I got home… Cheers!