stupid idea. I appear chipper in the photo below, but I wanted to die
on this riding day. It was much shorter than the first day, but I
felt like I had broken my ass, and added some bags of cement to my
panniers. The lovliness and novelty of being outside was seeming less
buoyant than the previous day. I was sad camper, and I dragged through
the day. It also highlighted the sadness of biking through wine
country-- I decided to seek some balance, maybe 4 glasses was too much?
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