I rode over to Jan’s this morning to visit with Jaimie and the kids, and Annie and Gabe (on vacation and on the way to their dearly loved Maine for a week). It was a nippy morning on the bike, a fresh and fairly strong wind blowing, almost frigid places in the shade of trees, and a free and solitary feeling on the roads with almost no cars to dash past me. I stopped for a picture here on Rte. 1, (see above) looking out to a cove and then, way out, the sea. It was just one of countless painting-like scenes along the roads this mid-summer morning.