Out for 25 miles to explore the cold night. The moon is just beyond full – and I was hoping to see snow capped peaks in the direction of Camel’s Hump and Mt. Mansfield, but they appeared to have been hiding in the clouds. The temperature dropped from the high 20’s to the teens by the time I returned home. It was much colder than Saturday, but there was much less wind – my knees did start to get cold through my windstopper pants, my toes stayed warm with the addition of some toe warmers, and the new gloves worked very well. The lobster fingers took a bit of getting used to – I mashed through a few gear changes – always trying to shift with a single finger that was now coupled with its neighbor for warmth. I’ve been thinking about a full moon century for some time – but perhaps I’ll wait for wamer weather – or some snow. The mountains would be wonderful aglow in the light of the moon, and traversing the world on two wheels in the night is quite sublime – the glow of the moon, the rotating of the stars, the soft hum of tires on pavement, and the internal noise of the human engine driving everything along.
The north end of Church Street, Burlington.