Easy Like Sunday Morning

Back home, after all that riding, and off the bike for an entire week.

That's just not right, not right at all.

Having donated blood two days earlier, what I needed was an easy-going ride. Short, nothing to get my heart rate up too high.

There was a club ride that fit the bill: just one hill to climb. [So it's steep. Get over it.]

Normally the group would make a turn to climb up a side road, toward Walden West. The plan today was to bypass that, going straight to Sanborn County Park instead.

There was some chatter about going to the very end of the road. [Huh. What's up there?] I hadn't visited the actual park in years; the road doesn't end at the park?

Of course I had to keep going.

There was a spirited disagreement about whether, if you kept going past the end of the pavement, you would connect to Bohlman or Black. Looking at the map, it appears that both answers are correct—though private property might get in your way.

Twenty-eight miles, 1,735 feet of climbing.

Easy. Like Sunday morning.