This past Sunday, the weather was particularly agreeable - especially considering it was the 2nd of December. I rocked out in a long-sleeve jersey, gloves, and a thin vest, mostly to zip up during the long, 3-5 mile descents around Blue Mounds State Park, and zip down when I turned around and doggedly ascended those descents.
It was so nice that I finally stopped and took pictures at the all the places where for the last two months I have been thinking "I should stop and take a picture." Photo Credits © Global Warming
The idyllic hill-side dairy farm straight off the side of a milk carton.
Somewhere in this picture is a deer. Or two.
I will always stop to take pictures of perfect reflections in water. Always. I drew the line at hiking down to the waterline in my bike shoes.
A leprechaun-green S-curve on a running trail, when the rest of the trail looks like this ↓.
A hundred-year old barn and silo, its ceramic-coated cement blocks glinting bronze in the late afternoon sun.
I did find snow, man-made on top of a ski hill. The weather forecast says it will be joined by real snow this coming Sunday. It seems my prayers have run out.