Beautiful road (notice how it looks like it soon gets to be veeery steep in just a bit. Scary!)
Doesn't this look like Ireland or something? I love the morning fog and literally said good morning outloud to the cows mooing at me. Yes, I'm a dork. But I was all alone out there!
Beautiful.
I just love this back farm road. The house is majestic and the lines are amazing (the light tan, curved road cutting through the horizontal, purple flowers.
Migrant farm workers. I find it symbolic that there was this really tall, ugly, harsh fence between me on the country road and them.
Here is a photo of my post-ride sickness "toolkit" on Friday, in L.A.: Netflicks, Advil, tums, bread, graham crackers and regular crackers, water, Gatorade, Gingerale, my phone, a thermometer, and the newspaper.
Feeling better, we went to brunch with Ula, Cass, and little Oliver. A-dorable!
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