I've really fallen off the wagon here recently, but finally rode again today. Nice and sunny for a change, nary a cloud in the sky. Chilly though; the thermometer on my house read 9C/48F, so I put on long sleeves, but couldn't find my gloves.
There was a decent-sized tree fallen over 2/3 of a wide trail through a ravine. I assume it was the work of industrious beavers, but I didn't take a closer look. All I know is that the tree looked too big for my skinny cyclist arms to move myself.