Last Friday after nearly a week of dreadful wildfire smoke, I was more than ready to get on my bike. In fact, I did get on my bike on that last afternoon as the smoke began to clear here in Seattle--with help from the rain. But then the rain started in earnest. Another week later, when I finally got on my bike late this afternoon, the skies were blue, early fall was in the air, and all I could think was "every ride is a gift." It's funny how things get more precious when they are taken away.
Rode south to Renton and then north up along the east side of Lake Washington to SR 520. Down at the Renton Municipal Airport I found the flags flying at half-staff for RGB. We shall miss her.
31.5 miles
