I just got back from riding the bike for a few hours. The weather today here in MA might best be described as "ethereally beautiful." I hope it is likewise elsewhere.

*opens door, winces in blast furnace grade heat*
*closes door, thankful his AC was only out for 24 hellish hours yesterday*

I can't wait until late fall, winter, and early spring. I've got hundreds of miles of biking to catch up on and 30 pounds to lose.

Not to rub it in your face, loq, but the weather's gorgeous out here, too. Hovering around 80. Feels like fall -- so much so that the little cat has already taken to her wintertime napping place atop the stove.

Great post--Danger Boy and I will do this one next weekend. Thanks!

Here I am at John Rock, the final decision. It is so beautful here these last few days it's unreal.

It's ok, mudpuppie. I'll get to rub your face in it come January and Feburary, when it'll be 70s and 80s and you're all bunnysicles. ;)