Another fabulous, decidedly un-Marchlike day here in VT.

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I rolled up to the Trout Club again.

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In shorts! And my summer shoes.

springI had forgotten my bottle*, so I kept going past the dam to the spring that I remembered. And I drank straight from the pipe. And it was the best water I’ve ever tasted, ice cream headache cold, but so good.

It was a sunshine, bluebird, big-grin, happy to be outside kind of a ride. But the best, once I finished up the work day, and picked up my kid, we ended up at home drag-racing each other in the driveway. When I gave him the right amount of head start they were actually really good little sprints for me. Oh, and just plain fun.

Don’t get too used to this weather folks, it’s back down to the 30’s next week and I will put money on at least one more 6″ snowstorm.

*I remembered that I had forgotten my bottle before I actually left on the ride. But to get it would have involved going back into the building, up and then down three flights of stairs, and possible encounters with my colleagues while I was all dressed for riding. This is something I try to minimize as much as possible. It always feels weird.