Looking ahead. And no, I'm not mowing the lawn. Probably should be. I'm feeling the exposed flesh on my neck sting from the cold - it lasts for a few moments then subsides, as I get closer to the city simultaneously moving away from the foothills where I live. Another exhilarating morning ride to work. Seriously, it was. A few more picks of the ride home. And an over-the-shoulder pic of my oldest lad.

 

 

 Don't need a fisheye lens to see the expanse of mountains on the horizon, especially from Spring Bank Road, at the crest of a major hill. It's a view I could look at a million times.