Took the Rawland up the Minuteman late Sunday afternoon. Appreciated the fine weather, tweaked the saddle height for yet another bike, dodged the numerous children, and encountered Justin, a former colleague who was also out for a ride. We had a good catch-up chat, and I was reminded of all the reasons I consider him one of the most capable engineers I've ever met, to say nothing of a damn fine human being. The Minuteman is good for that sort of chance meeting, with a bit of luck.
The stones were dancing; it was that kind of day.
Peepers Pond has no swan boats, but it does have swans.
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